“A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.”

Steven Wright Special (1985)

Quoted in &quot;The Monk might make sense&quot; http://www.theage.com.au/opinion/the-monk-might-make-sense-20100127-mz0v.html#ixzz249o58Ykh, The Age, January 28, 2010. <br class="br">2010

Sincerely yours, Frank (May 22, 2005)

The Late Child (1995)

Mobutu, asked by a German journalist to justify the expense of his Concorde while the nation's economy was in crisis. Meredith, p. 532

"A Way to Love God", New and Selected Poems 1923–1985 (1985)
Context: I cannot recall what I started to tell you, but at least
I can say how night-long I have lain under the stars and
Heard mountains moan in their sleep. By daylight,
They remember nothing, and go about their lawful occasions
Of not going anywhere except in slow disintegration. At night
They remember, however, that there is something they cannot remember.
So moan. Their's is the perfected pain of conscience that
Of forgetting the crime, and I hope you have not suffered it. I have.

As quoted in They Say the Blind Should Not Lead the Blind. She Proves Them Wrong. https://www.thebetterindia.com/40485/tiffany-brar-working-for-blind/ (December 22, 2015) by Ranjini Sivaswamy, The Better India.

Call it a Loan (Browne, David Perry Lindley) Hold Out (1980)

Mad Song, st. 3
1780s, Poetical Sketches (1783)