Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.