I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

LSD, yeah, the big parade – everybody's doin' it now. Take LSD, then you are a poet, an intellectual. What a sick mob. I am building a machine gun in my closet now to take out as many of them as I can before they get me.

A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.