Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.

I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

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

We agreed to love each other madly.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.