And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

They build their own Hells.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

It all ends in tears anyway.

...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.