"America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites? America why are your libra…"

"One time I thought she was trying to make me come lay her -- flirting to herself at sink -- lay back on huge bed that filled most of the room, dress up round her hips, big slash of hair..."

"I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying."

"Though while it comes it is a lion that eats the soul—and the lamb, the soul, in us, alas, offering itself in sacrifice to change's fierce hunger—hair and teeth—and the roar of bonepain, skull bare, b…"

"Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body!"