That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

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

And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are "happy," O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of "happy nuts." (p. 200)

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration