Watcha doin? If you're like me, you're doin nothin, but you're doin it so well that everybody thinks you're doin somethin.

She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.

She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby.

Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home

I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.

It was not an outhouse resting upon the imagination. It was reality.

Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.

He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.

In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said

The 1960s: A lot of people remember hating President Lyndon Baines Johnson and loving Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison, depending on the point of view. God rest their souls.

If I Should Die Before You Do When you wake up from death, you will find yourself in my arms, and I will be kissing you, and I will be crying.

There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.

The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.

In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I will tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

Just because people love your mind, doesn't mean they have to have your body, too

You've got some 'Star-Spangled' nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.

Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

The thought of her hands touching his hair makes me want to vomit.

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren’t you at all.