“Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??”

“Everything belongs to me because I am poor.”

“It seems to me now that my life is writing, be it only words without meaning...When I am 33 I shall put a bullet straight through me.”

“Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.”

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

“His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line.”

“As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.”