“We're all golden sunflowers inside.”

“I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.”

“Poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels.”

“who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver...”

“I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly.God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.”

“Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!”

“Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.”

“Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Spacethrough images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash o...”

“America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?”

“Kyo: Of course, I'll beat YOU, too!Yuki: Don't you ever get tired of saying that?Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It's my goal in life!Yuki: It's so unfair that I keep having to take abuse just bec...”

“For once I want the beat louder than my mind.”

“Its a sort of furtiveness Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge theres no use flaunting on that level, the level of the public, a kind of beatness I mean, being ...”

“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”

“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”

“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”