Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.

We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.

The suffering itself is not so bad; it's the resentment against suffering that is the real pain.

I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

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

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