When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on earth available to any man should be confiscated and made unlawful by other men in more seemingly powerful and advantageous positions.

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.