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.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

all day long wearing a hat that wasn't on my head

No time for poetry but exactly what is.

And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".

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.

They build their own Hells.