I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails to live fully or well.

Sundays kill more people than bombs.

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.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.