I have done my best to get along in your world and now you want to kill me, and I look at you, and then I say to myself, you want to kill me? Ha! I'm already dead, have been all my life. I've spent twenty-three years in tombs that you built.

You eat meat and you kill things that are better than you are, and then you say how bad, and even killers, your children are. You made your children what they …

If I could get angry at you, I would try to kill every one of you. If that's guilt, I accept it.

But I know this: that in your hearts and your own souls, you are as much responsible for the Vietnam war as I am for killing these people.

When Marilyn Monroe got out of the game, I wrote something like, 'Southern California's special horror notwithstanding, if the world offered nothing, nowhere t…

A sense of utter loneliness-loneliness inevitable, crushing, eternal, the loneliness of existence, encompassed by the infinite void of unconsciousness-enfolded…

Death, go somewhere, get lost! I'm not done as yet - Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.