I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.

I do not care to be esthetically tickled in a fancy theater surrounded by an audience drenched in the confident perfume of culture. I can't afford it.

Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord. I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!

He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.