"It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink."
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"It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink."
"It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life."
"...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for."
"but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry."
"nobody ever finds the one"
"…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him."
"The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd."
"That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying."
"the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly."
"If I'm an ass, I should say so. If I don't, somebody else will. If I say it first, that disarms them."
"As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed."
"that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)"
"I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories"
"the sea is made of blood"
"human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent."
"it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee."
"I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further."
"soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not."
"the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things."
"What's wrong with assholes, baby?"