Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you -- no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear

[Hawthorne''s] pious blame is a chuckle of praise all the while.

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.