At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.
Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
To the children and the innocent it's all the same.