Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

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.