I Am An Old Scholar, Better-looking Now

You Say I Took The Name In Vain I Don't Even Know The Name But If I Did, Well Really, What's It To You? There's A Blaze Of Light In Every Word It Doesn't Matter Which You Heard The Holy Or The Broken Hallelujah

To The Men And Women Who Own Men And Women Those Of Us Meant To Be Lovers We Will Not Pardon You For Wasting Our Bodies And Time

I Always Considered Myself A Minor Writer. My Province Is Small, And I Try To Explore It Very, Very Thoroughly.

This Particular School Of Zen Has Always Considered Itself The Marines Of The Spiritual World, So It Has A Kind Of Bias Against Conceptual Thinking In Favor Of A Very Rigorous Physical Life.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.