Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Waiting for things to happen is like daydreaming. To break out of that cycle, you must be willing to take the first small step.

Everyone may be called "comrade, " but some comrades have the power of life and death over other comrades.

He did not feel the ground under his feet - he thrust himself into the capriole, rose high in the air-forelegs and hind legs horizontal. He soared above the ground, he head in jubilation. Conquering!

Well I'm an eight ball shooting, double-fisted drinking son of a gun

Yes, sometimes I think that all my writing is nothing more than the compensatory work of a frustrated painter.

The flatterer does not think highly enough of himself or of others.

Inflation is the true opium of the people and it is administered to them by anticapitalist governments and parties.

Winning is very important to me, but at the end of the day, even if I lose, as long as I know I gave it everything I had, there's no shame in that.

The passions do not die out; they burn out.

Dare to be what your best self knows you ought to be; dare to be a bigger human being than you have ever been.