I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.