The lawn was white with doctors

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race.