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?

It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

I'm an old man now, and a lonesome man in Kansas / but not afraid / to speak my lonesomeness in a car, / because not only my lonesomeness / it's Ours, all over America, / O tender fellows --/ & spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy / in the moon 100 years ago or in / the middle of Kansas now.

I am learning by the week, but my poesy is still not my own. New rhyme, new me me me in words. I am not all this carven rhetoric.

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

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

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination