Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.