People Empty Me. I Have

The Writer Has No Responsibility Other Than To Jack Off In Bed Alone And Write A Good Page.

There Is Something About Writing Poetry That Brings A Man Close To The Cliff's Edge.

There Is Nothing That Teaches You More Than Regrouping After Failure And Moving On.

Bad Luck For The Young Poet Would Be A Rich Father, An Early Marriage, An Early Success Or The Ability To Do Anything Well.

It's Not The Large Things That Send A Man To The Madhouse... No, It's The Continuing Series Of Small Tragedies... Not The Death Of His Love But The Shoelace That Snaps With No Time Left.