But Don't Tell Me I'm Not Sensitive

I Was Six When I Saw That Everything Was God, And My Hair Stood Up, And All, Teddy Said. It Was On A Sunday, I Remember. My Sister Was A Tiny Child Then, And She Was Drinking Her Milk, And All Of A Sudden I Saw That She Was God And The Milk Was God. I Mean, All She Was Doing Was Pouring God Into God, If You Know What I Mean.

I'm Quite Illiterate, But I Read A Lot.

What I Think Is, You're Supposed To Leave Somebody Alone If He's At Least Being Interesting And He's Getting All Excited About Something. I Like It When Somebody Gets Excited About Something. It's Nice.

I Can’t Explain What I Mean. And Even If I Could, I’m Not Sure I’d Feel Like It.

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