But As God Said, Crossing

Love Is A Horse With A Broken Leg Trying To Stand While 45,000 People Watch.

My Heart Is A Thousand Years Old. I Am Not Like Other People.

We Use Such Big Words To Move Nowhere.

There Are Policemen In The Street And Angels In The Clouds

I Could See The Road Ahead Of Me. I Was Poor And I Was Going To Stay Poor. But I Didn't Particularly Want Money. I Didn't Know What I Wanted. Yes, I Did. I Wanted Someplace To Hide Out, Someplace Where One Didn't Have To Do Anything. The Thought Of Being Something Didn't Only Appall Me, It Sickened Me . . . To Do Things, To Be Part Of Family Picnics, Christmas, The 4th Of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day . . . Was A Man Born Just To Endure Those Things And Then Die? I Would Rather Be A Dishwasher, Return Alone To A Tiny Room And Drink Myself To Sleep.