Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for me Besides, girls aren't as good as they look And Samadhi is better than you think When it starts in hitting your head In with Buzz of glittergold Heaven's Angels, wailing, saying We've been waiting for you since morning, Jack Why were you so long dallying in the sooty room? This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop.

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.