“You get olderand you are a whole mess of things,new thoughts, sorry feelings,big plans, enormous doubts,goling along hoping and getting disappointed,over and over again,no wonder I don't recognizemy little crayon picture.It appears to be meand it isand it is not.”

“While I fold laundry I memorize things for school, dates of wars: French ones, African ones, Russian ones, battles of all ugly kinds. It's a shame to have us hopeful young students learn these horrible things. Exactly the kind of behaving they have told us over and over again not to do is what the history class is full of, full-grown adults making these wars: killing each other for land, for religions, for greed and more greed, Why bother to have children and educate them and invent things to make their lives better, just to send them off to war and get slaughtered?”

“I sure would like to get kissed.How would that feel on my mouth,How different would I be after,a changed climate down in my insides?”

“You ever laughed so hardnobody in the world could hurt you for a minute,no matter what they tried to do to you?”

“I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.”

“If you dont like me, Walk away , Matter of fact Run Away”

“Rise to the occassion which is life!”