Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.
yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds
...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.