We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

The real America that Whitman proclaimed and Thoreau decoded.

A naked lunch is natural to us We eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don't hide the madness.

You can't escape the past in Paris, and yet what's so wonderful about it is that the past and present intermingle so intangibly that it doesn't seem to burden.

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.

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