And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?

What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can only read a few and those perhaps not accurately.

To the heavens on the wings of a pig.

Once you have lived in New York and made it your home, no place else is good enough

The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.