Last Exit to Brooklyn should explode like a rusty hellish bombshell over America and still be eagerly read in a hundred years.

I want to be a saint, a real saint while I am young, for there is so much work to do.

Subject is known by what she sees.

Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.

I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.