Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.

Did you see more glass?

Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.

You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you.