I've stayed at this little hotel in Paris, in the room where Oscar Wilde died. I slept in the room that Oscar Wilde died in and I thought that quite possibly, if I fell asleep too deeply, somewhere about 4 a.m. I might be abused in some obtuse way. Get taken advantage of. At least he had a good sense of humor. (1995)

When I was a kid I used to have these dreams. But they weren't dreams. I was awake, but I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. And a face would come to me. Someone…

What can I say [about George W. Bush]? He's somebody's kid. He's somebody's father. God bless him. Good luck. You know what I mean? I don't agree with his poli…

What's very confusing for them is why there are people who want to take Mommy and Daddy's photograph. So we have a little game where we hide our face in Daddy'…

Qualis artifex pereo.

The waters were his winding sheet, the sea was made for his tomb; Yet for his fame the ocean sea, was not sufficient room.

At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of so…