I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.
If you own a rug you own too much.
I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.
I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.