The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

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.

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it's that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.