Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.