Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

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

There are worse things than being mad.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.