The Trouble With These People Is That

I Went To The Worst Of Bars Hoping To Get Killed But All I Could Do Was To Get Drunk Again.

Too Often, The Only Escape Is Sleep

To Me Art (poetry) Is A Continuous And Continuing Process And That When A Man Fails To Write Good Poetry He Fails To Live Fully Or Well.

It Was Like The Beginning Of Life And Laughter. It Was The Real Meaning Of The Sun

There Is No Hurry. Time Means Nothing To You.