Got to lose control before you take control.

We never had any children," he said ruefully. "Our work was our children.

Paths that cross will cross again.

But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revalation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

We learned we wanted too much. We could only give from the perspective of who we were and what we had. Apart, we were able to see with even greater clarity that we didn’t want to be without each other.

Within that moment was trust, compassion, and our mutual sense of irony. He was carrying death within him and I was carrying life. We were both aware of that, I know.

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

I hated the soup and felt little for the can.

It seemed as if the whole of the world was slowly being stripped of innocence. Or maybe I was seeing a little too clearly.

I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates ...

In the war of magic and religion, is magic ultimately the victor? Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.

Vowels are the most illuminated letters in the alphabet. Vowels are the colors and souls of poetry and speech. (1976 Penthouse interview)

Nothing can be truly replicated. Not a love, not a jewel, not a single line.

He contained, even at an early age, a stirring and the desire to stir.

He took twelve pictures that day. Within a few days he showed me the contact sheet. "This one has the magic," he said. When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they’re gone?

People have the power to redeem the work of fools.

I knew if I lived long enough I would be poet laureate of something.

Robert was concerned with how to make the photograph, and I with how to be the photograph.

Anxious for some permanency, I guess I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is.

When you hit a wall, just kick it in.

I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it." - reference to Andy Warhol

I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cort s.

Please, no matter how we advance in technology please don't abandon the book-there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than a book.

He wasn't certain whether he was a good or bad person. Whether he was altruistic. Whether he was demonic. But he was certain of one thing. He was an artist. And for that he would never apologize.

Holding onto the naive belief that travel will open.

Remember, we are mortal, but poetry is not.

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).

I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return.

Not all dreams need to be realized.

People say beware, but I don't care. Their words are just rules and regulations to me.

The mind of a child is like a kiss on the forehead — open and disinterested

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

I reflected on the fact that no matter how good I aspired to be, I was never going to achieve perfection

Just come back, I was thinking. You've been gone long enough. Just come back. I will stop traveling; I will wash your clothes.

In time we often become one with those we once failed to understand.

The Lord gives us wings He gives us a stomach we can fly or vomit

I’m sure I could write endlessly about nothing. If only I had nothing to say.

For a time Robert protected me, then was dependent on me, and then possessive of me. His transformation was the rose of Genet, and he was pierced deeply by his blooming.

Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.

When we awoke he greeted me with his crooked smile, and I knew he was my knight.

We would work side by side for hours, in a state of mutual concentration.

Smile for me, Patti, as I am smiling for you.

The Chelsea was like a doll’s house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe.

The transformation of the heart is a wondrous thing, no matter how you land there.

Everything I came up with seemed irreverent or irrelevant.

We promised that we'd never leave one another again, until we both knew we were ready to stand on our own. And this vow, through everything we were yet to go through, we kept.

Somehow I started introducing writing into my drawings, and after a time, the language took over and I started getting very involved with the handwriting and then the look of the handwriting.