Iโm not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.
Jerry SpinelliI felt alone on the planet, drifting through the cosmos. With both hands I reached out to the night. There was no answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear it.
Jerry SpinelliItโs really hard to do nothing totally. Even just sitting here, like this, our bodies are churning, our minds are chattering. Thereโs a whole commotion going on inside us.
Jerry Spinelli