“there's no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.”

“alone with everybodythe flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a soul,and the women breakvases against the wallsand them men drink toomuchand nobody finds theonebut they keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.there's no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the city dumps fillthe junkyards fillthe madhouses fillthe hospitals fillthe graveyards fillnothing elsefills.”

“there's no defenseexcept all the errorsmade”

“sometimes there's nothing to sayaboutdeath.”

“There's nothing unusual about love.”

“If there's anything worse than a whore it's a bore.”

“There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.”