We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain

Don't Look For Meaning In The Words. Listen To The Silences.

Words Are All We Have.

If You Do Not Love Me I Shall Not Be Loved If I Do Not Love You I Shall Not Love.

All Poetry, As Discriminated From The Various Paradigms Of Prosody, Is Prayer.

I Don’t Like Animals. It’s A Strange Thing, I Don’t Like Men And I Don’t Like Animals. As For God, He Is Beginning To Disgust Me.