and the stars were icicles of mockery

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it, so we center it all in by swigging Scotch from the bottle and when it's empty I run out of the car and buy another one, period.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.