I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.

The time has come, everybody lie down so you won't get hurt when the sun bursts.

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

And so love goes. And so life goes. And so I go.

I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.

Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value; there is no other.

Sometimes I sits and thinks. Other times I sits and drinks, but mostly I just sits.