I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

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

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

The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.