I think I would have written five times as much as I've written if I didn't have this terrible sense of perfection.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.

[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.

Norman Mailer thinks William Burroughs is a genius, which I think is ludicrous beyond words. I don't think William Burroughs has an ounce of talent.