I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.

The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.

We must travel in the direction of our fear.

Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.

Praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.

Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources.

That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.

But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers.

This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.

I don't want tobecause boysdon't write poetry.Girls do.

To get here had been painful, but for once in my life I felt free.

at last he understood that he has always been forgiven and worthy of love, and that no one could take that from him, that not even he could take that from himself.

You are my blessing. Not because you make me smile but because you made my heart happy.

One of the dreams on my wish list is to spend more time in Thailand.

I don't even correct people when they mispronounce my name now.

Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.

Experience as much as you can and absorb a lot of reality. Otherwise, your writing will have the force of a Wiffle ball.

Here ah am in the junky's limbo; too sick tae sleep, too tired tae stay awake. A twilight zone ay the senses where nothing's real except the crushing, omnipresent misery n pain in your mind n body.

I will call him Small Bob," said Bob. "He is a good monster." End of discussion.The Titan hefted his spear and they continued marching into the gloom.