they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?
I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.
I broke that town in half like a wooden match.
It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.
Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.