Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.

Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell