We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.

When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher.

If I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.

As many truths as men. Occasionally, I glimpse a truer Truth, hiding in imperfect simulacrums of itself, but as I approach, it bestirs itself & moves deeper into the thorny swamp of dissent.

. . .my dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them, or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.

Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.

The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.