They were beautiful nothings

Homosexuals are delicate and bad poetry is delicate and [Allen] Ginsberg turned the tables by making homosexual poetry strong poetry, almost manly poetry; but in the long run, the homo will remain the homo and not the poet.

You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

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

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.