Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

You Don't Stop Loving Someone Just Because You Hate Them.

Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

The Cruellest Thing You Can Do To Kerouac Is Reread Him At Thirty-eight.

Like You, She Will Have Been With Other People, But I've Got A Feeling There's Something Between You.

I Began To Enjoy My Own Generosity; I Felt The Pleasure Of Pleasing Others, Especially As This Was Accompanied By Money-power. I Was Paying For Them; They Were Grateful, They Had To Be; And They Could No Longer See Me As A Failure.