Only One Ship Is Seeking Us, A

When I Get Sent Manuscripts From Aspiring Poets, I Do One Of Two Things: If There Is No Stamped Self-addressed Envelope, I Throw It Into The Bin.-if There Is, I Write And Tell Them To F**k Off.

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.

I Think Writing About Unhappiness Is Probably The Source Of My Popularity, If I Have Any - After All, Most People Are Unhappy, Don't You Think?

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.

I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk At Night.