I Do Not Need Drugs To Be

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Only The Unloved Hate; The Unloved And The Unnatural.

My Pain May Be The Reason For Somebody's Laugh. But My Laugh Must Never Be The Reason For Somebody's Pain.

I Went Into The Business For The Money, And The Art Grew Out Of It. If People Are Disillusioned By That Remark, I Can't Help It. It's The Truth.

I Don't Think The Real America Is In New York Or On The Pacific Coast; Personally, I Like The Middle West Much Better, Places Like North And South Dakota, Minneapolis And Saint Paul. There, I Think, Are The True Americans