The last flower is gone, but somewhere its seed remains, and when the seed is gone, its flower will remain. I suppose nothing is whole unto itself. We are all just vehicles, and life moves through us.
Oh, bray again, bright angel!
wherefore art thou Pablómeo?
Pablómeo sayest thee?
By such a name am I not that what I am…
but wouldst Pablo become Pablómeo…
if such be thine demand…
pale past be gone, faint future damned…
for thee this present present,
that be that I am!
My rose, my sun, my Pablómeo…
my faithful heart that beats,
a burro that’s called a burro,
by another name smells as sweet…
Ooops, I stepped on a crack… that’s bad luck. I wonder if anyone saw me? It’s not bad luck if no one sees you. But I saw me. I should really try to be more oblivious.
Peace of mind, thought Blurtso, is the flower of self-respect.
What comes down… sometimes stays down.
What’s that sound? said Harlan.
That is the sound, said Blurtso, of hungerless hunger.
A donkey was pursued by two tigers, one from in front, one from behind. He also had a Chemistry exam the next day. “Is there any more pumpkin pie?” said the donkey.
You have not spoken of pumpkin pie.
I have not spoken of pumpkin pie.
This is the true pumpkin pie.
What is the difference between rushing to be in fashion,
and rushing to conform?
I have only one rule when looking for a job.
Beware of enterprises that require any clothes at all.