O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.

Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara. O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

But it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it.

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

I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.