I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.

Anyone can express himself or herself, but what writers and poets want to do in their work, more than simply express themselves, is communicate.

In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

Isak Dinesen said that she wrote a little every day, without hope and without despair. I like that.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.