Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So

There Isn't Anyone Out There Who Isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.

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

The Existence Of God, The Why Of Life, Was All That Really Only A Question Of Glands?

One Day A Long Time From Now You'll Cease To Care Anymore Whom You Please Or What Anybody Has To Say About You. That's When You'll Finally Produce The Work You're Capable Of.

You Can't Exist In This World With Such Strong Likes And Dislikes.