Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

The greatest cunning is to have none at all.

A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.