You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
I felt free and therefore I was free.
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.