Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

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

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -

Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.