I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.

Pain Is Strange. A Cat Killing A Bird, A Car Accident, A Fire.... Pain Arrives, Bang, And There It Is, It Sits On You. It's Real. And To Anybody Watching, You Look Foolish. Like You've Suddenly Become An Idiot. There's No Cure For It Unless You Know Somebody Who Understands How You Feel, And Knows How To Help.

Bad Writing's Like Bad Women: There's Just Not Much You Can Do About It

The World Is Full Of Boring, Identical And Mindless People.

I'm Only Interested In Poetry.

There Are Policemen In The Street And Angels In The Clouds