My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

I rather like the idea of having all my hours to myself: eating a Fudge Sundae, watching a movie, sleeping on my couch, singing in the bathroom, studying the woods, kidding around with a girl, playing cards lazily - all kinds of stuff that American brands 'shiftless.'

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot