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.

Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain’s million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?