All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.
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.
A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.
The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.