“the tired sunsets and the tired people – it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.”

“The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.”

“Basically, that’s why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.”

“Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out”

“we must bringour own lightto thedarkness.”

“I’m one of those who doesn’t think there is much differencebetween an atomic scientist and a man who cleans the crappersexcept for the luck of the draw – parents with enough money to point you toward a moregenerous death.of course, some come through brilliantly, butthere are thousands, millions of others, bottled up, keptfrom even the most minute chance to realize their potential.”

“Born into thisInto hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to dieInto lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guiltyInto a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closedInto a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes…”

“that your power of commandwith simple language wasone of the magnificent things ofour century.(from the poem: result)”

“where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,”

“If I bet on humanity, I’d never cash a ticket.”

“during my worst timeson the park benchesin the jailsor living withwhoresI always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn’t call ithappiness-it was more of an innerbalancethat settled forwhatever was occuringand it helped in thefactoriesand when relationshipswent wrongwith thegirls.it helpedthrough thewars and thehangoversthe backalley fightsthehospitals.to awaken in a cheap roomin a strange city andpull up the shade-this was the craziest kind ofcontentmentand to walk across the floorto an old dresser with acracked mirror-see myself, ugly,grinning at it all.what matters most ishow well youwalk through thefire.”

“A man needed somebody. There wasn’t anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn’t make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.”

“I do think that poetry is important though, if you don’t strive at it, if you don’t fill it full of stars and falseness.”

“Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje.”

“take a writer away from his typewriterand all you have leftisthe sicknesswhich started himtypingin thebeginning”