You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way.

I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better.

Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.

Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you

The past isn't over. It isn't even past.

Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique.

If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time