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.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

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

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.