i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

one more creature dizzy with love

As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.

The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.

As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.