I want to be anonymous . . . my ambition is to be completely forgotten, — Bob Kaufman Copy Share Image
Sometimes when the wind is blowing in my hair, I cry because its coolness is too beautiful — Bob Kaufman Copy Share Image
“Streets paved with opal sadness, Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy, And jazz.” — Bob Kaufman Copy Share Image
I want to be anonymous . . . my ambition is to be completely forgotten, — Bob Kaufman Copy Share Image
“I hope that when machines finally take over, they won't build men that break down, as soon as they're paid for.” — Bob Kaufman Copy Share Image
