It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

You don't die in the United States, you underachieve.

I do like to live in other people's homes. I enjoy being a guest. I am an inexpensive guest. When one lives in another's home he can enter into the psychic kingdom of that person.

Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

Here was one place where I could find out who I was and what I was going to become. And that was the public library.

When people claim to know who I am, I can no longer act freely.