If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

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.