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

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

Now I have enough money to travel wherever I want, but I haven't got the health.

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

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Bob Dylan's one of the greatest blues singers of the western world; ancient art, on-the-spot improvisation, mind quickness, endless variation, classical formulae, prophetic vision, mighty wind-horse.

You are what you think about all day.