Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

It all ends in tears anyway.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.