Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.