There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

I would say that Mickey Mouse has a greater influence on the American public than Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Rabelais, Shostakovitch, Lenin, and/or Van Gogh. Which says 'What?' about the American Public. Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.