I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

...we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.

I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Absolutely no way to escape enigmans.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.