I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.

We agreed to love each other madly.

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.