Idiots Don't Know They're Idiots, Which Is

I Think It's Difficult For Young People To Acknowledge Being Smart, To Knowledge Being A Reader. I See Kids Who Are Embarrassed To Read Books. They're Embarrassed To Have People See Them Doing It.

I'm Not Out Here Looking For No Garbage Cans To Curl Up In. I'm Looking For The Same Good Dreams Everybody Else Is Hoping For, But I Don't See Where They Are. Or Maybe I See Where They Are, But I Don't See How To Get There.

What Did I Do? I Walked Into A Drugstore To Look For Some Mints, And Then I Walked Out. What Was Wrong With That? I Didn't Kill Mr. Nesbitt.

Wherever Your Heart Rests There I Will Live And Be Blessed I've Tried To Line Up The Things I Needed To Say But Now My Feelings Just Tumble From Me. I Am Half Foolish, Half Drunk With Wanting You With Wanting To Take Your Hand And Leap Into The Darkness Of Whatever Life Will Bring. Love Makes Me Brave And Without Love I'm Made Nothing.

I Keep Threatening To Keep A Formal Journal, But Whenever I Start One It Instantly Becomes An Exercise In Self-consciousness. Instead Of A Journal I Manage To Have Dozens Of Notebooks With Bits And Pieces Of Stories, Poems, And Notes. Almost Every Thing I Do Has Its Beginning In A Notebook Of Some Sort, Usually Written On A Bus Or Train.