Never Mistake Talking About Writing For Actual

And Nobody Knows What’s Going To Happen To Anybody Besides The Forlorn Rags Of Growing Old

I Have Been Writing My Heart Out All My Life, But Only Getting A Living Out Of It Now.... ... It's Not A Question Of The Merit Of Art, But A Question Of Spontaneity And Sincerity And Joy I Say. I Would Like Everybody In The World To Tell His Full Life Confession And Tell It His Own Way And Then We'd Have Something To Read In Our Old Age.

You Guys Are Going Somewhere Or Just Going?

Equally Empty, Equally To Be Loved, Equally A Coming Buddha

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!