Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.