You do not merely want to be considered just the best of the best. You want to be considered the only one who does what you do.

It's pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated weirdness.

If you're able to enjoy something, to devote your life to it or a reasonable amount of time and energy, it will work out for you.

You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.

Seeing sound, the high order stuff that's not audible still affects how everything else behaves. There might be a visual metaphor for that somewhere.

If you think of music as a language, the space part is where you throw out all the syntax.

Kerouac was a breeze, some kind of incredible super-American, mythos personality blasting through the highways of 1947 America.