“A poet could kill the dead.”

“Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.”

“There's nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you.”

“If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.”

“I’m going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier, which would be perfect. Or wait a minute. It -- with the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York but dead three hours in Paris. I could get things done, and I could also be dead.”

“I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet. (Oct. 28th is officially Slap A Dead Poet Day in our Family now)”