Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

They build their own Hells.

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was