You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

The only alternative to sleeping out, hopping freights, and doing what I wanted, I saw in a vision would be to just sit with a hundred other patients in front of a nice television set in a madhouse, where we could be "supervised."

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.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

Houses are full of things that gather dust