“ Poverty of young men alone behind thestairways, who practicealchemy inside bottle caps, who knowthe altruism of a last syringe. Jim Carroll
“ I wind up stretched across the couchstill nodding with Sherlock Holmesexamining our crushed veins Jim Carroll
“ I'm beginning to have second thoughts regarding the validity of Gloria's theory that I can overcome my heroin addiction by the simple process of shooting up vast quantities of speed with her twenty ti… Jim Carroll
“ It’s all as if words, phrases, images, syntax were small glass beads from a necklace which was wrenched from some neck and spilled on the floor and down the sides of sofa cushions and armchairs and un… Jim Carroll
“ Violence is so terribly fast . . . the most perverse thing about the movies is the way they portray it in slow motion, allowing it to be something sensuous . . . the viewer's lips slightly wet as the… Jim Carroll
“ Billy was fascinated by the television. At its most basic level, it occupied his time and shut out the demons of isolation. This was another irony because, for so long, he had shunned the tube for a s… Jim Carroll
“ Back then, Billy imagined that drops of rain were unanswered prayers falling back to earth. Jim Carroll
“ Now I got these diaries that have the greatest hero a writer needs, this crazy fucking New York. Jim Carroll
“ On a whim, he stopped and bought a watch from a sidewalk vendor. Normally, Billy could not abide keeping time, especially when it was attached to one’s body. Time was like a relentlessly needy lapdog… Jim Carroll
“ Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. A… Jim Carroll
“ Little kids shoot marbleswhere the branches break the sun into graceful shafts of light…I just want to be pure. Jim Carroll
“ Is there such a thing as public good? That's all I'm asking. I mean, is your good the same as my good? I doubt that seriously. So, if we do not agree on a common sense of good, then how can there be a… Jim Carroll
“ It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat… Jim Carroll
“ Poetry can unleash a terrible fear. I suppose it is the fear of possibilities, too many possibilities, each with its own endless set of variations. It's like looking too closely and too long into a mi… Jim Carroll
“ You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it… Jim Carroll
