“I will always carry you, inside, outside, on my fingertips, and at brain edges.”

“If I never see you again I will always carry youinsideoutsideon my fingertipsand at brain edgesand in centerscentersof what I am ofwhat remains.”

“There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.”

“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”

“there must be a way.surely there must be a way that we have not yetthought of.who put this brain inside of me?it criesit demandsit says that there is a chance.it will not say"no.”

“my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.”

“i am with the rootsof flowersentwined, entombedsending up my passionate blossomsas a flight of rocketsand argument;wine churls my throat,above mefeet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the skyclutching photographs of the planets,but i seek only musicand the leisureof my pain”