A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

I felt free and therefore I was free.

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.