Why am I always looking at life through a window?

I can't help but admire the structural linguists who have carved out for themselves a linguistic discipline based on the deterioration of written communication. Another case of men devoting their lives to studying more and more about less and less - filling volumes and libraries with the subtle linguistic analysis of the grunt.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

I was her bestist pupil in the Beckman School for retarted adults and I tryed the hardist becus I reely wantd to lern I wantid it more even then pepul who are smarter even then me.

There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.

And now - Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames: '...the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes.

Thank God for books and music and things I can think about." --Charlie Gordan