There are good times in everybody’s satchel, nor do we all get a free pass. That would be a split decision, as they call it. How else is the planned brotherhood to float forward?

A perfect example of the new republic’s urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.

Transgress. In a word, be other than yourself in turning into your love-soaked opposite.

I lost my ridiculous accent without acquiring another.

Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko’s art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.

The mind Is so hospitable, taking in everything Like boarders, and you don’t see until It’s all over how little there was to learn Once the stench of knowledge has dissipated.

I’m heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o’-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.

If you need a certain vitality you can only supply it yourself, or there comes a point, anyway, when no one’s actions but your own seem dramatically convincing and justifiable in the plot that the number of your days concocts.

Silly girls your heads full of boys.

The gray glaze of the past attacks all know-how...