What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!

I smoke marijuana every chance I get.

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?

Everybody's serious but me.

Scientist alone is true poet.