I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each other and hug each other. It appears to me that I am the last of the poet-recluses.

My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

There's nothing unusual about love.

The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.