And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

I'm becoming the street. Who are you in love with? me? Straight against the light I cross.

I don't believe in god, so I don't have to make elaborately sounded structures. ... Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you. ... As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There's nothing metaphysical about it.

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!

There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible