Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.
I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.
You don't die in the United States, you underachieve.
Life is a state of mind.
I do not gather things, I prefer to rent them rather than to possess them.
There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.