My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

Women stand for the objective world for a man. They stand for the thing that you're not and that's what you always reach for in a song.

Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care

What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.

Even without the mushroom cloud still I would have hated Listen I would have done the same things even if there were no death I will not be held like a drunkard under the cold tap of facts I refuse the universal alibi

I always thought that poetry is the verdict that others give to a certain kind of writing. So to call yourself a poet is a kind of dangerous description. It's for others; it's for others to use.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.