Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.

...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, buy that boy.

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