Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

Each Generation Wants New Symbols, New People, New Names. They Want To Divorce Themselves From Their Predecessors.

Take An Indian Home To Lunch.

I Am Interested In Anything About Revolt, Disorder, Chaos-especially Activity That Seems To Have No Meaning. It Seems To Me To Be The Road Toward Freedom... Rather Than Starting Inside, I Start Outside And Reach The Mental Through The Physical.

They Got The Guns But We Got The Numbers.

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.