It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.

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

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.