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

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

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.

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.

The only way you're going to reach places you've never gone is if you trust God's direction to do things you've never done.

Sticking to one person for a lifetime is not a waste of time or lack of better ones, it means you've found your place of eternity.

The body of the last Flealouse contained the flesh of everything that had ever lived. It was content.

When the week begins, try your best to let your best overcome your worst and that is the best. Do your best to have a good week and never be weak in the week.

I put those people in place. I trusted them. I had no idea they would do anything like this.

Listening a cultivated person of today that jokes and almost boasts about his scientific ignorance, is as sad as listening a scientist that boasts about not having read any poem.

Belief unconfirmed by experiment is vain.

As the witnessing deepens, you start becoming drunk with the divine. This is what is called ecstasy.

The lunatics have taken over the asylum and we can do anything we want.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.