Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.