“all people start to
come apart finally
and there it is:
just empty ashtrays in a room
or wisps of hair on a comb
in the dissolving moonlight.”

“You don't comb the mirror, you comb your own hair and the mirror changes.”

“If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?”

“Let the divine reign of Electric Light finally commence, liberating Venice from its venal moonlight of furnished rooms”

“Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. I just lump everything in a great heap which I have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, I am ready to continue.”

“The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb grey hairs”

“Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.”

“This morning I will not
Comb my hair.
It has lain
Pillowed on the hand of my lover.”

“With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.”

“I like my women in a few wisps of drapery: then I can hope for a chance to remove the wisps. If they start out with nothing I tend to get depressed because either they have just stripped off for someone else or, in my line of work, they are usually dead.”