Dying is an art.Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue

The still watersWrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clearCellophane I cannot crack.

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.

They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962

Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

You’ve got to be driven to become successful.

Madness is only an amplification of what you already are.

I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. And I definitely can’t un-feel a feeling.

I just always wanted to be left alone to go into a creative space.

Everybody knows about Pearl Harbor. The thing that really fascinated me is that through this tragedy there was this amazing American heroism.

I'm very competitive, I think.

I guess I work well with others I handle younger actors well.

Yeah we shine, gold cluster. As for your career? Dead, Ghost Busters.

Only fools wait when their enemies are coming, to see if they may prove to be friends.

The professionalization of poetry, or the balkanization, has come out of the fact that when you apply to most creative writing programs, you have to choose your genre.