God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.

Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.

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.

If you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.

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

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

Each of his phrases was rather like a little ancient island, inundated by a miniature sea of whiskey.