I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

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

I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.