Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

I want to be a saint, a real saint while I am young, for there is so much work to do.

he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the barren air, the bodies of the soul that built the wonderland shuffled and stalked and stalked and lurched in attitudes of immemorial nightmare all around.

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.

If you want to make order, put your own heart in order, and, having put one's heart in order, one can regulate the family order.