Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

I want to marry a [guy], so i can rest my soul with [him] till we both get old. This can't go on all the time-- all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.

Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.