We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

What will survive of us is love.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP

Things are tougher than we are, just As earth will always respond However we mess it about.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

Where the bodily presence is weak and the speech contemptible, surely there cannot be error in making written language the medium of better utterance than faltering lips can achieve?

What would America be like if we loved black people as much as we loved black culture?

I'm out and about meeting people all day long. And I'm very friendly; I talk to just about everybody I meet.

Novel writing wrecks homes.

I don't know what a world would be like if you do away with sexy images.

I went to a meeting for premature ejactulators. I left early.

I like normal life, but I will go crazy if Im not working.

But I'd say 'How to Make It in America' is the most accurate depiction of the New York hipster community on television for sure.

It is curious that I always want to group things, a series of sonnets, a series of photographs; whatever rationalizations appear, they originate in urges that are rarely satisfied with single images.

If you want to achieve your goals, help others achieve theirs.