But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am. - J. D. Salinger

I don't know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddamn sands run out on you every time you turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal world. {...} I used to worry about that. I don’t worry about it very much any more. At least I’m still in love with Yorick’s skull. At least I always have time enough to stay in love with Yorick’s skull. I want an honorable goddamn skull when I’m dead, buddy. I hanker after an honorable goddamn skull like Yorick’s.