The fiercest hearts are in love with a wild perfection.
It wants every word, all the lingo: idioms and euphemisms, sacred or profane, dead or alive, the King’s English or the street’s.
I've just about got those bastards memorized by now.
At that point, I had been out of the writing life for so long that I
had felt like that life was dead to me, so that fellowship
Okay, this is going to be a tricky one. For a few months now, I’ve wanted to write about William Logan for my little website, but two questions stopped me. First, Who am I? And, second, Who really cares?
Yes, the first knowledge that counts is that everything stops.
If each foot took us back a year,
the dark below would be
I wish, because, dude, that sounds awesome.
Tourist man: Pardon me, officer, can you tell us where Orchard Street is?
Cop: See that naked Chinese guy?
Tourist man: Ummm...Yeah.
Cop: Walk down to him and make a left.
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
"I just—Christ, I just need a goddamn minute, you know?" he said.