The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.