If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!This loaf's big with its yeasty rising. Money's new-minted in this fa...
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black.
I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets...
I told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film premiere, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doin...
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under hous...
I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.
I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head.
I seem to grow more acutely conscious of the swift passage of time as I grow older. When I was small, days and hours were long and spacious, and there was play and acres of leisure, and many children'...
I plummeted down past the zigzaggers, the students, the experts, through year after year of doubleness and smiles and compromise, into my own past.
I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end...
I need someone to pour myself into.
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.
I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forg...
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are floweringBlue and mystical over the face of the starsInside the church, the saints will all be blue,Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,Their hands...