he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going

I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...

you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.