LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

...we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.

Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out so well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I’d be so mad I’d want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.