First thoughts are the strongest.

The best thing about being famous is that it makes it easier to get laid.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.

Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.

All these books are published in Heaven.

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