I had long known that there was something about me that was either violent or frightening for some reason. In certain three-sided clothing store images I had for some years come upon myself, with shock and disbelief, regret, and shame, disappointment and despair, for I am indeed clearly violent, mad, and ugly, all because of intensity of some kind, a tension, an obsession with getting everything that there was to be got, a passion, an insanity.

I have always been a Laugher, disturbing people who are not laughers, upsetting whole audiences at theatres... I laugh, that's all. I love to laugh. Laugher to…

The idiot is indeed the good man, but only because he doesn't know any better.

Armenag Saroyan was the failed poet, the failed Presbyterian preacher, the failed American, the failed theological student.

To be crushed in the winepress of passion.

I need love! Love! Non-stop! And I want to give love because I have so much of it. No one understands the sole purpose of my whoring is to spend myself totally.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.