Crooked cards and straight whiskey, Slow horses and fast women.
The free, creative, loving people who shine so brightly in my memory of studios and coffee shops have become models for a huge section of the population. If they in turn can just stay alive in the face of power and terror, they may become the decisive section.
Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.
Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.
I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.