I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

Life is life, and kind is kind

Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.

It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.