I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

There still might be a place for us somewhere.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

The role of the poet is almost nothing...drearily nothing. And when he steps outside of his boots and tries to get tough as our dear Ezra [Pound] did, he will get his pink little ass slapped.

I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish. What I need is a good doctor, I thought. You either lived or died.

We are here to laugh at the odds.