“and sometimes I sitdown at my typewriterand I thinknot of someonecause there isn't anyoneto thinkabout and i wonderis it worth it”

“If I can't do what I want to do, then my job is to not do what I want to do. It's not the same thing, but it's the best thing I can do.”

“I am so hip even my errors are correct.”

“ChoicesIf i can't dowhat i want to dothen my job is to notdo what i don't wantto doIt's not the same thingbut it's the best i candoIf i can't havewhat i want . . . thenmy job is to wantwhat i've gotand be satisfiedthat at least thereis something more to wantSince i can't gowhere i needto go . . . then i must . . . gowhere the signs pointthrough always understandingparallel movementisn't lateralWhen i can't expresswhat i really feeli practice feelingwhat i can expressand none of it is equalI knowbut that's why mankindalone among the animalslearns to cry”

“I grow old though pleased with my memoriesThe tasks I can no longer completeAre balanced by the love of the tasks gone pastI offer no apology onlythis plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the endPlease someone cut a square and put me in a quiltThat I might keep some child warmAnd some old person with no one else to talk toWill hear my whispersAnd cuddlenear”

“daddy says the world is a drum tight and hardand i told himi’m gonna beat out my own rhythm”

“i hope i diewarmedby the life that i triedto live”