I Write Poetry. It Comes

I Finally Figured Out The Only Reason To Be Alive Is To Enjoy It.

The Human Animal Varies From Class To Class, Culture To Culture. In One Way We Are Consistent: We Are Irrational.

I Think Of Birth As The Search For A Larger Apartment.

About All You Can Do In Life Is Be Who You Are. Some People Will Love You For You. Most Will Love You For What You Can Do For Them, And Some Won't Like You At All.

I Believe That We Often Disguise Pain Through Ritual And It May Be The Only Solace We Have.