"How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier."

"Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose na…"

"The future is now, and the past is now, and the present is now, and we are all part of it."

"who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,"

"I'm a registered Democrat. I'm a registered Buddhist. I'm a registered poet."