Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.

We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.

This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.

I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

We must travel in the direction of our fear.

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.