I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.

Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

Your room is not your prison. You are.

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.

A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.