The only truth is music.

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

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

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.