"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

And there in the blue air I saw for the first time, far off, the great snowy tops of the Rocky Mountains. I had to get to Denver at once.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.