And The Stars Were Icicles Of Mockery

I Suddenly Began To Realize That Everybody In America Is A Natural-born Thief.

Nothing Behind Me, Everything Ahead Of Me, As Is Ever So On The Road.

"what Do You Want Out Of Life?" I Asked, And I Used To Ask That All The Time Of Girls.

There Is A Blessedness Surely To Be Believed, And That Is That Everything Abides In Eternal Ecstasy, Now And Forever.

Put Down The Pen Someone Else Gave You. No One Ever Drafted A Life Worth Living On Borrowed Ink.