I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.