Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Dying is an art.Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

The still watersWrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clearCellophane I cannot crack.

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.

They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962

Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

Victory takes sides on people who are more compatible with nature and future.

A promise is something that has been given but not yet realized.

Character is what you do in the dark.

I didn't want to write a book. They made me do it.

Despise pleasure; pleasure bought by pain in injurious.

It is sad and wrong to be so dependent for the life of my life on any human being as I am on you; but I cannot by any force of logic cure myself at this date, when it has become second nature.

Usually I decide on what it is I'm writing next by the books I'm reading.

The worst thing a government can do now in Spain is to do nothing.

If being smart is what you say it is, I will remain a fool my entire life.

I think design, to a degree, is more generous and more humanistic than art, though great art can move us more.