Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

I'm only interested in poetry.

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.