It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.