I Want So Much That Is Not

Gradually I Came To Realize That My Understanding Of Women Goes Only As Far As The Pleasure Is Concerned.

I Can Almost Understand Why People Leap From Bridges.

It’s The Order Of Things: Each One Gets A Taste Of Honey Then The Knife.

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

You've Got To Burn Straight Up And Down And Then Maybe Sidewise For A While And Have Your Guts Scrambled By A Bully And The Demonic Ladies, You've Got To Run Along The Edge Of Madness Teetering, You've Got To Starve Like A Winter Alleycat, You've Go To Live With The Imbecility Of At Least A Dozen Cities, Then Maybe Maybe Maybe You Might Know Where You Are For A Tiny Blinking Moment.