The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.

It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the most alive books written by any American for years. I don't see how it could be considered immoral.

Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.

I'm sure that writing isn't a craft, that is, something for which you learn the skills and go on turning out. It must come from some deep impulse, deep inspiration. That can't be taught, it can't be what you use in teaching.

Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.

Talking about the past is like a cat's trying to explain climbing down a ladder.