Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.