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.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness