If You Get Hung Up On Everybody

In Watermelon Sugar The Deeds Were Done And Done Again As My Life Is Done In Watermelon Sugar.

All Of Us Have A Place In History. Mine Is Clouds.

He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First From Dostoevsky And Then From The Whores Of New Orleans.

The Sun Was Like A Huge 50-cent Piece That Someone Had Poured Kerosene On And Then Had Lit With A Match, And Said, "here, Hold This While I Go Get A Newspaper," And Put The Coin In My Hand, But Never Came Back.

I Do Not Care To Be Esthetically Tickled In A Fancy Theater Surrounded By An Audience Drenched In The Confident Perfume Of Culture. I Can't Afford It.