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

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space, that you've got to burn away all the peripherals.

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

I think I am mad sometimes.