Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!

First thoughts are the strongest.

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.

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.

…we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra)

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

A naked lunch is natural to us We eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don't hide the madness.