“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.”

“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.”

“Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that’s all there is to it.”

“the best part waspulling down theshadesstuffing the doorbellwith ragsputting the phonein therefrigeratorand going to bedfor 3 or 4days. and the next bestpartwasnobody evermissedme.”

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”