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.

I like the image of The Old Man and the Sea, of striving and succeeding but finding that the success was ghost success. In other words, in the long run, after a certain age, the motives for success, pride or oppressing people or getting power.

It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.

When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

…we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra)

To get on screen with the Talking Asshole, quite a feat. And it's certainly going to be a cult film that people will be seeing.