Find what you love and let it kill you.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout.

She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.

If I never see you again I will always carry youinsideoutsideon my fingertipsand at brain edgesand in centerscentersof what I am ofwhat remains.

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

the worst thing," he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Life's as kind as you let it be.

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

the gods play nofavorites.

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

when I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand mycouragereturns

there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

we must bringour own lightto thedarkness.

where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.

there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

I do think that poetry is important though, if you don’t strive at it, if you don’t fill it full of stars and falseness.

And then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw.

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

that your power of commandwith simple language wasone of the magnificent things ofour century.(from the poem: result)

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

Dying should come easy:like a freight train youdon't hear whenyour back isturned.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

I can see wherecreation oftenstops while thebody still livesand oftendoes not careto.the death of lifebefore lifedies.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter

Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you're feeling bad, just look at the cats, you'll feel better, because they know that everything is, just as it is.

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

it's good to have things done withwhen they don't workit's also good not to hateor even forgetthe person you've failed with.

That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.

Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

the writing of somemenis like a vast bridgethat carries youoverthe many thingsthat claw and tear.The Wine of Forever

unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all

take a writer away from his typewriterand all you have leftisthe sicknesswhich started himtypingin thebeginning

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.

I write fiction""What’s fiction?""Fiction is an improvement on life.

Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out

There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

a life can change in a tenth ofa second.or sometimes it can take70years.