My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them; I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence.

Without literature, life is hell.

(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . Ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.).

Women were beyond me.They saw somethingdepraved.There was one waitressa little older thanI, she rather smiled,lingered when shebrought mycoffee.That was plenty for me, that wasenough.- Young in New Orleans.