Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.

Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big private thoughts now so vast we can't communicate them anymore and if we tried it would take a million years and a billion books - Too late, too late, the history of everything we've seen together and separately has become a library in itself - The shelves pile higher - They're full of misty documents or documents of the Mist-.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are "happy," O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of "happy nuts." (p. 200)

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.