Everything That's Innocent To Us Is Crazy

Up The Road, In His Shack, The Old Man Was Sleeping Again. He Was Still Sleeping On His Face And The Boy Was Sitting By Him Watching Him. The Old Man Was Dreaming About The Lions.

In Order To Write About Life First You Must Live It.

For A Poet He Threw A Very Accurate Milk Bottle.

To Hell With The Church When It Becomes A State And The Hell With The State When It Becomes A Church.

Worry Destroys The Ability To Write. Ill Health Is Bad In The Ratio That It Produces Worry Which Attacks Your Subconscious And Destroys Your Nerves.