“It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.”

“Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount,But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.”

“Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze, leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder”

“It's very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don't dig you.”

“...I had stood outside of Poe's house on 3rd street, too, and had done the same thing, staring mournfully up at the windows. The city was like some uncarved block without any name or shape and it showed no favoritism. Everything was always new, always changing. It was never the same old crowd upon the streets.”

“Come writers and criticsWho prophesize with your penAnd keep your eyes wideThe chance won't come againAnd don't speak too soonFor the wheel's still in spinAnd there's no tellin' whoThat it's namin'For the loser nowWill be later to winFor the times they are a-changin'.”

“The truth was obscure,Too profound and too pure,To live it you had to explode”