(the whole world is at thethroat of the world,everybody feels angry,short-changed, cheated,everybody is despondent,disillusioned.)I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards ofhappiness.

My Dear,Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.-Falsely yours

When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.

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

there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill never be filledandwe will waitandwaitin that space.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

be it peace or happinesslet it enfold you

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but i'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.

Man is the victim of an environment which refuses to understand his soul.