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.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain.

I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic.

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it, so we center it all in by swigging Scotch from the bottle and when it's empty I run out of the car and buy another one, period.