life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.

O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!

I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

Then all the charm Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other.

You say that you don’t care about age and that you’re ready to push the wheelchair and hose down my bum, but how can you be sure?

The Bible is a revelation of the mind and will of God to men. Therein we may learn, what God is.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.

I went to Q-school knowing that I could play well and get through.

Strangely enough I like the kind to which I belong: people.

I think a bad husband is far worse than no husband.

The change between horse and buggy to automobile is a big change and there hasn't been a major change since.

Intentions often melt in the face of unexpected opportunity.

Birds rising in flight is a sign that the enemy is lying in ambush; when the wild animals are startled and flee he is trying to take you unaware.