“...when London is a grass-grown path and all those hurrying along the pavement this Wednesday morning are but bones with a few wedding rings mixed up in their dust and the gold stoppings of innumerable decayed teeth”

“Admirable man, who know teeth by dreams, think you that all those of philosophers are decayed?”

“All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.”

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what the hell did thatmean anyway? Was it supposed to be a consoling thought,understanding her mother was now nothing more than decaying fleshand bones?”

“Ash, ash —-You poke and stir.Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——A cake of soap,A wedding ring,A gold filling.Herr God, Herr LuciferBewareBeware.Out of the ashI rise with my red hairAnd I eat men like air.--from "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962”

“In the morning I brush my teeth with hope, and at night before bed I brush them with defeat. Both are mint flavored, so I try not to get them mixed up.
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