What's Wrong With Assholes, Baby?

Almost Everybody Is Born A Genius And Buried An Idiot.

The Poet, As A Rule, Is A Half-man - A Sissy, Not A Real Person, And He Is In No Shape To Lead Real Men In Matters Of Blood, Or Courage.

Sometimes There's Luck, When There Is You Stock Up On It And Wait For The Other Times

First Paycheck I Get, I Thought, I'm Going To Get Myself A Room Near The Downtown L.a. Public Library.

If I Stop Writing I Am Dead. And That's The Only Way I'll Stop: Dead.