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I Don't Think About What I Do. I Do It. That's Buddhism. I Jump Off The Cliff And Build My Wings On The Way Down.

Let The World Burn Through You. Throw The Prism Light, White Hot, On Paper.

The Stars Are Yours, If You Have The Head, The Hands, And The Heart For Them.

I Used To Take My Short Stories To Girls' Homes And Read Them To Them. Can You Imagine The Reaction Reading A Short Story To A Girl Instead Of Pawing Her?

If You Hide Your Ignorance, No One Will Hit You And You'll Never Learn.