Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better.

Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.