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

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

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

Others can measure their visions by what we see.

War is good business Invest your son

You are what you think about all day.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.