I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71

Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.

I don't really have a retirement plan.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?