and the stars were icicles of mockery

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.