Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are... Sex is something I just don't understand. I swear to God.

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.

Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.