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

I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.

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

I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

First thought, best thought.

The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.

We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.