Tomorrow is our permanent address.

May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects

If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.