“February dawn -- frost on the pathWhere I paced all winter.”

“I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.”

“He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and the glitter of winter nights when home lights brownly wave beneath the heater whiter blaze of stars--those stars that in the North, in the clear nights, all hang frozen tears by the billions, with January Milky Ways like silver taffy, veils of frost in the stillness, huge blinked, throbbing to the slow beat of time and universal blood.”

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

“I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn.”

“We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.”

“In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.”