All these books are published in Heaven.

An unnoticed corner of the world suddenly becomes noticed, and when you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it becomes sacred. (On Robert Frank's photography)

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.

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph

Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.