I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.

Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.

Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium.

Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.

He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.

The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.