It Began As A Mistake.

When I Was A Boy I Used To Dream Of Becoming The Village Idiot. I Used To Lie In Bed And Imagine Myself The Happy Idiot Able To Get Food Easily ...and Easy Sympathy, A Planned Confusion Of Not Too Much Love Or Effort. Some Would Claim That I Have Succeeded.

People Are Not Good To Each Other. Perhaps If They Were Our Deaths Would Not Be So Sad.

Daddy,' My Mother Asked, 'aren’t We Going To Run Out Of Gas?' No There’s Plenty Of God-damned Gas.' Where Are We Going?' I’m Going To Get Some God-damed Oranges!

Some People Like What You Do, Some People Hate What You Do, But Most People Simply Don't Give A Damn.

There Is No Hurry. Time Means Nothing To You.