What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

We agreed to love each other madly.