Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.
Not being perfect hurts.
I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.
You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.