a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.

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.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.