Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because it is more important to capture moments like this, keen shifts in mood, sudden veering of direction - than to lose it in slumber.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

No day is safe from news of you.

I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.