Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong.

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.