Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.

Recent history is the record of one vast conspiracy to impose one level of mechanical consciousness on mankind.

No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy

America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.

I am neither romantic nor a visionary, and that is my weakness and perhaps my power; at any rate it is one difference. In less romantic and visionary terms, I am a Jew, (with powers of introspection and eclecticism attendant, perhaps.) But I am alien to your natural grace, to the spirit which you would know as a participator in America.

It's never to late to do nothing at all.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.