I Broke That Town In Half Like

Things Get Bad For All Of Us, Almost Continually, And What We Do Under The Constant Stress Reveals Who/what We Are.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

The Trouble With These People Is That Their Cities Have Never Been Bombed And Their Mothers Have Never Been Told To Shut Up.

Bad Luck For The Young Poet Would Be A Rich Father, An Early Marriage, An Early Success Or The Ability To Do Anything Well.

There Was Nothing Glorious About The Life Of A Drinker Or The Life Of A Writer.