It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.