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.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.

At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.

And there in the blue air I saw for the first time, far off, the great snowy tops of the Rocky Mountains. I had to get to Denver at once.