Once I Was A Couple. I Was

The Sanest Thing In This World Is Love.

No Matter Whose Bed You Die In The Bed Will Be Yours For Your Voyage Onto The Surgical Andiron Of God.

Poets Are Sitting In My Kitchen. Why Do These Poets Lie? Why Do Children Get Children And Did You Hear What It Said?

I Like You; Your Eyes Are Full Of Language." [letter To Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.