I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.
I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.
I am what I feel and think and do.
You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will not be still.