“being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions”

“There once was a millerwith a daughter as lovely as a grape.He told the king that she couldspin gold out of common straw.The king summoned the girland locked her in a room full of strawand told her to spin it into goldor she would die like a criminal.Poor grape with no one to pick.Luscious and round and sleek.Poor thing.To die and never see Brooklyn.(Rumpelstiltskin)”

“I like you; your eyes are full of language."[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]”

“Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.”

“O starry night, This is how I want to die”

“God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.”

“The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.”