Scientist alone is true poet.

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

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.

The Rolling Stones were an inkling towards an appreciation of the unity of music, dance and words. Any of the black R&B people who had a stage show that involved dancing, music and words did the same thing, except that I thought Jagger's words were good, his music was good and his dancing was good. I spoke to him about Blake and tried to get him to sing [William] Blake's The Grey Monk, to use his words as lyrics. He didn't do it. In the end, I did it myself.

You too must seek the sun.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night