If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro narrow chinks of his cavern. – William Blake
All I wanted to do was write – at the time, poems, and prose, too. I guess my ambition was simply to make money however I could to keep myself going in some modest way, and I didnt need much, I was unmarried at the time, no children. – Paul Auster
