And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

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