The words are clear as in the reflection of the world on the water. Therefore write the Word at once, everywhere, from now till your hand is paralyzed, for THERE will be your work for GOD, since you can not work for God in other ways, and would not, & don't know how, or bend that way, from habit, & from talent in the use & signification & arrangement of the Word.

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow!

The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy