“Will you read some of your poems?”
“Christ, no.”
“Why not?”
“I just want to drink.”
“You talk about drinking a lot in your books. Do you think drinking has helped your writing?”
“No. I’m just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon.”
She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.
Let’ em learn or let’ em die.
Dogs and angels are not very far apart.
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
To do a dull thing with style – now that’s what I call art.
The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally mad.
The cat is the beautiful devil.
People don’t need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn’t be.
Justice is everywhere and it’s working.
Love it or leave it.
The whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
People lack originality.
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