Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.