I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.
Take an Indian home to lunch.
No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
Film spectators are quiet vampires.