I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam Golden Eternity & tell a story too

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.

Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.

In our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever...listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, It is all one vast awakened thing. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended.

and the stars were icicles of mockery