What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

beautiful insane in the rain

the golden eternity is { }

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.