Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.
It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?
We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.