People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.