I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic.

To create art means to be crazy alone forever.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

I lie as truthfully as I can.

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.