It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just i….

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you.

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she….

Oftentimes an originator of new language forms is called 'pretentious' by jealous talents. But it ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it..

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune..

He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at hi….

Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where every….

The tree looks like a dog, barking at heaven..

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind..

On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal jus….

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?.

If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong..

Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God..

We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it, so we center it all in by swigging Scotch f….

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts..

The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy..

Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings..

It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the leve….

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same s….

Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score..

...the tale that's told for no other reason but companionship, which is another (and my favorite) definition of literature, the tale that's told for ….