Inside skull vast as outside skull

You are what you think about all day.

I want to be a saint, a real saint while I am young, for there is so much work to do.

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

War is good business Invest your son

I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.