Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won't know what you're up to it's true that fresh air is good for the body but what about the soul that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images and when you grow old as grow old you must they won't hate you

There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning.

The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.

A man was the cause of it all. An unarmed man with a weapon.