All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.
Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.
Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.