Breathe when you breathe. Walk where you walk. Talk when you talk. Cry when you cry. Die when you die. Let go when you let go.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.

Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.

You are what you think about all day.

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.