We Waste Days Like Mad Blackbirds And

Don't Ever Write A Novel Unless It Hurts Like A Hot Turd Coming Out.

Wherever The Crowd Goes Run In The Other Direction. They're Always Wrong.

The Tired Sunsets And The Tired People - It Takes A Lifetime To Die And No Time At All.

My Objection To War Was Not That I Had To Kill Somebody Or Be Killed Senselessly, That Hardly Mattered. What I Objected To Was To Be Denied The Right To Sit In A Small Room And Starve And Drink Cheap Wine And Go Crazy In My Own Way And At My Own Leisure.

Homosexuals Are Delicate And Bad Poetry Is Delicate And [allen] Ginsberg Turned The Tables By Making Homosexual Poetry Strong Poetry, Almost Manly Poetry; But In The Long Run, The Homo Will Remain The Homo And Not The Poet.