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?

Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.

We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.

When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.

I've got enough money to live where I want, but I don't want to move.Go out and have sexual adventures in Burma.

Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.

I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.