Success Is Always Something That You Have

No. You Can't. And I Can't Do Anything Either, About My Life, To Change It, Make It Better, Make Me Feel Better About It. Like It Better, Make It Work. But I Can Stop It. Shut It Down, Turn It Off Like The Radio When There's Nothing On I Want To Listen To. It's All I Really Have That Belongs To Me And I'm Going To Say What Happens To It. And It's Going To Stop. And I'm Going To Stop It. So. Let's Just Have A Good Time.

Dreams Are Illustrations From The Book Your Soul Is Writing About You.

I'm Just Not Having A Very Good Time And I Don't Have Any Reason To Think It'll Get Anything But Worse. I'm Tired. I'm Hurt. I'm Sad. I Feel Used.

There Is No Point In Trying To Remember Your Dreams ... There Is Only The Unspeakable Joy Of Eavesdropping On Your Spirit, Catching Tiny Glimpses Of Its Independent Life, Resting For A Moment In Its Wisdom, Puzzling, Laughing Sometimes, Over What It's Up To, What It Makes Of You.

Mama, I Know You Used To Ride The Bus. Riding The Bus, And It’s Hot And Bumpy And Crowded And Too Noisy, And More Than Anything Else In The World, You Wanna Get Off. And The Only Reason In The World You Don’t Get Off Is It’s Still Fifty Blocks From Where You’re Going. Well, I Can Get Off Right Now If I Want To. Because Even If I Ride Fifty More Years And Get Off Then, It’s Still The Same Place When I Step Down To It. Whenever I Feel Like It, I Can Get Off. Whenever I’ve Had Enough, It’s My Stop. I’ve Had Enough.