“Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.”
“I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...”
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
We must get going. Tomorrow, tomorrow...