Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

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

You aren't ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it--don't plan anything, just go out and do it.

My witness is the empty sky.

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.