Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
I love kids that come to shows, little kids coming up to you with braces; like, some kid came up to me in a… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
I need a consistency of my moods if there is to be any consistency in my style. I can't attempt to write always in… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
My voice has a quiver/ A quiver is where you keep arrows until you shoot them. — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
“Sex is no longer a beautiful thing", she said. "It has become an entirely separate entity from what was quaintly known as making love.… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
“It’s all as if words, phrases, images, syntax were small glass beads from a necklace which was wrenched from some neck and spilled on… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
I love this mansion, though it is too many windows ...to open halfway each morning ...to close halfway each night. — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
It's easy to get by on a facade of fancy style, but sooner or later, people are going to see through it. I'm trying… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
I once said a poet has the right to sing as loudly and vocally as he wants to. Most poets should face a rock… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
Billy was fascinated by the television. At its most basic level, it occupied his time and shut out the demons of isolation. This was… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
When I came back to New York, it was such a joke because I was always referred to as the pure young poet who… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
