“And then the storm of shit begins.”
“Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.”
“Life is shit, thought Pelletier in astonishment, all of it.”
“You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can't hold onto her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.”
“Isn't reality an insatiable AIDS-riddled whore?”
“Literature isn't innocent. I've known that since I was fifteen.”