Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most are the Americans. There are very few contemporary English poets that I admire.

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.