I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

I've got enough money to live where I want, but I don't want to move.Go out and have sexual adventures in Burma.

I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.

You too must seek the sun.

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.

Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.

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.