I like the image of The Old Man and the Sea, of striving and succeeding but finding that the success was ghost success. In other words, in the long run, after a certain age, the motives for success, pride or oppressing people or getting power.

Now I have enough money to travel wherever I want, but I haven't got the health.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.