Even without the mushroom cloud still I would have hated Listen I would have done the same things even if there were no death I will not be held like a drunkard under the cold tap of facts I refuse the universal alibi

Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.

I kind of limp along like so many of us do in these realms. Occasionally I've felt the grace of another presence in my life. But I can't develop any kind of spiritual structure on that.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.