But on top of all that, the feelings about Princess, I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. "Pretty girls make graves," was my saying, whenever I'd had to turn my head around involuntarily to stare at the in­comparable pretties of Indian Mexico.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain