I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.

Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.

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.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

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

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.