Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.

Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.

If you own a rug you own too much.

Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it's that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.