I Don’t Actually Take Much Stock In

The Writer Cannot Make The Seas Of Distraction Stand Still, But He [or She] Can At Times Come Between The Madly Distracted And The Distractions.

... A Fellow Can't Predict What He Will Pick Up In The Form Of Influence.

With One Long Breath, Caught And Held In His Chest, He Fought His Sadness Over His Solitary Life. Don't Cry, You Idiot! Live Or Die, But Don't Poison Everything.

A Man Should Be Able To Hear, And To Bear, The Worst That Could Be Said Of Him.

There's A Kind Of Emptiness At The Center Of Life ... Nothing To Form Your Life On, Or By.