With empathy, I'm fully with them, and not full of them - that's sympathy.
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.
I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.
one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others
Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
The essence of the enjoyment of a garden is that things should look as though they like to grow in it.
From a private gentlewoman you have made me first a marchioness, then a queen; and, as you can raise me no higher in the world, you are now sending me to be a saint in Heaven.
I'm not willing to put a percentage on the chances but I will no longer rule it out.
You have a lot of friends who love you dearly and you don't know who they are.