“Sex is no longer a beautiful thing", she said. "It has become an entirely separate entity from what was quaintly known as making love. It's been transformed into a game between the sexes. It is as deceptive as chess and… — Jim Carroll Copy Share
I love kids that come to shows, little kids coming up to you with braces; like, some kid came up to me in a parking lot outside a show in Santa Cruz - he was about 14 or 15 - and he said, 'Y'know, I love 'The Basketball Diaries,' but I hope your next book of poetry isn't gonna be… — Jim Carroll Copy Share
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. It's been transformed into a game between the sexes. It is as deceptive as chess and as anonymous as those men in helmets, racing cars on TV. This generation of men and women have turned it… — Jim Carroll Copy Share
“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 the floor and down the sides of sofa cushions and armchairs and under bookshelves and maybe swallowed by the cat. I’ve got to find all the glass pieces before I can even reorder the color sequence,… — Jim Carroll Copy Share
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 another irony because, for so long, he had shunned the tube for a similar purpose-to prevent it from bombarding his brain with demons of banality. However, each time he turned the machine on, he began to… — Jim Carroll Copy Share
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
