God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.
It would be pleasant to be drunk.
Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.