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

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?

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!

I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction

he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it