America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.

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

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

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

The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.

Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.

We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.