Little kids shoot marbles where the branches break the sun into graceful shafts of light… I just want to be pure.

My voice has a quiver/ A quiver is where you keep arrows until you shoot them.

On a whim, he stopped and bought a watch from a sidewalk vendor. Normally, Billy could not abide keeping time, especially when it was attached to one’s body. Time was like a relentlessly needy lapdog one had to haul around. It barked too much and had no sense of loyalty.

You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.

Little kids shoot marbles where the branches break the sun into graceful shafts of light… I just want to be pure.

Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.