“i want to bleed ink and shit prose.”
“I bleed myself to be your drink:Is not the blood of poets—ink?”
“I am only certain of one thing. If we are the sum total of our relationships, my balance sheet is bleeding red ink.”
“Right, cause I'm bleeding all over the place for shits and giggles.”
“All words are written in the same ink,'flower' and 'power,' say, are much the same,and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood'all over the page, the paper would not be stainednow would I bleed.”
“A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.”