I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.