And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.