I think New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I have ever had.

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.

The great home of the soul is the open road.

That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.