Details are the Life of Prose.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Somebody had tipped the American continent like a pinball machine and all the goofballs had come rolling to LA in the southwest corner. I cried for all of us. There was no end to the American sadness and the American madness. Someday we'll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it's been.

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

I can't think of anybody...who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry about in my secret self all the time when I don't feel strong, the sorrows of time and personality, and can therefore on all levels make it all the way with me