M Train: A Memoir

by Patti Smith

—But your words, where were they to come from? — I was sure to pluck them from the air. She looked at me quite hard and said, Well, then, you must dip back into the air and retrieve something that I can insert into the minutes.

Not all dreams need to be realized. That was what Fred used to say. We accomplished things that no one would ever know.

There was a small sketch of its trunk but not the leaves. There was a small sketch of heaven but not the earth.

I had an uncontrollable urge to urinate and imagined spilling a small stream, some part of me wanting her to feel that proximate human warmth.

Excuse me??? You want to urinate on sylvia plaths grave...