“Today, when I stepped outside, I got shit on by a bird. But I'm still going back outside tomorrow.”
“...the great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and even exhilaration, so goodnight”
“If it’s zero degrees outside today and it’s supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?”
“I ain't got no spare/I ain't got no jack/I don't give a shit/I'm not going back”
“...now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together.”
“How am I going to live today in order to create the tomorrow I'm committed to?”