It’s History. It’s Poetry.

Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

Don't Tell People What You Are Thinking, Or You Will Miss Them Terribly When You Are Away.

The Existence Of God, The Why Of Life, Was All That Really Only A Question Of Glands?

You Take Somebody That Cries Their Goddam Eyes Out Over Phoney Stuff In The Movies, And Nine Times Out Of Ten They're Mean Bastards At Heart.

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally. They're Always Sticking Their Emotions In Things That Have No Emotions.