Something that you feel will find its own form.

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

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

Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.