When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

Cold beer is bottled God.