I Refuse To Cater To The Bullshit

It Is A Blessing To Get Old. It Is A Blessing To Find The Time To Do The Things, To Read The Books, To Listen To The Music. I Have Nothing Now But Praise For My Life.

I’m Not Hans Christian Andersen. Nobody’s Gonna Make A Statue In The Park With A Lot Of Scrambling Kids Climbing Up Me. I Won’t Have It, Okay?

And The Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars And Gnashed Their Terrible Teeth And Rolled Their Terrible Eyes And Showed Their Terrible Claws.

My Life In Brooklyn Was In Constant Danger Because Of My Bad Health.

It's Only Adults Who Read The Top Layers Most Of The Time. I Think Children Read The Internal Meanings Of Everything.