Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.

Technically I feel total fluidity in writing. I feel there's nothing technically that I can't do the way a certain sort of pianist feels that. But that doesn't mean it comes easily. It doesn't.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

I'd met Sharon Tate at the Cannes Film Festival.

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.

June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.

You're wonderful. Unique. I love you.