No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

The only truth is music.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.

I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.