Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
I burn the way money burns.
Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.
[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.