and the stars were icicles of mockery

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.