Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.
No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.