And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East; and California is white like washlines and emptyheaded - at least that's what I thought then.

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.'

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

You don't know what to say to me because the kingdom is within...flesh and blood's dream...so you fly now, pay later, all of us...I mean actually it's PAY NOW, FLY LATER