I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

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

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.