#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him