Older women are worth it.

Find something you're passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.

We both sat there mute$$$ as if we were in a no-talking competition and serious about winning.

Adultery and cruelty have well-marked courses of action but what can a man do when his wife wants to appear naked on the stage?

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of a sleeping mind.

The need to write comes from the need to make sense of one's life and discover one's usefulness.

I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things.

The poem is furious ascension; poetry$$$ the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks -- excavation and inflammation -- not always able to be torrent.

We are being torn apart between the avidity for knowing and the despair of having known. The goad will not renounce its sting and we our hope.

I'm not a vagrant. I'm a hobo. Big difference.