I Work Best In Rhyme And Meter.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

I Had Assumed That I Would Age With All My Friends Growing Old Around Me, Dying Off Very Gradually One By One. And Here Was A Plague That Cut Them Off So Early.

I Admired What My Students Were Writing, But I Think Their Improvement Doesn't Directly Result From Me But From Being In A Class, Being With Each Other.

Ginsberg's Collected Poems Contains A Wonderful Poem About Making It With Neal Cassady.