It began as a mistake.

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.