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.
All of life is a foreign country.
We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell
The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.