It's always been the same, growing up in Manhattan... the idea of living within a giant archer's target... for use by the bad Russia bowman with the atomic arrows. — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the… — 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
