We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.

When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.

They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.