Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

and the stars were icicles of mockery

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

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.