I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic.

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.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.

Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents."

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.