Your Heart, Bessie, Is An Autumn Garage.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.

I Mean It's Very Hard To Meditate And Live A Spiritual Life In America. People Think You're A Freak If You Try To.

People Never Believe You.

Maybe There's A Trapdoor Under My Chair, And I'll Just Disappear.

Nobody Who's Really Using His Ego, His Real Ego, Has Any Time For Any Goddam Hobbies