If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?

There's a lot of people who don't understand the circle crops in England. Pure enigma.

Me and Norman Mailer have talked about how hard it is in America to get better. Especially at writing.

You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for someone to "go mad" in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently "went mad" and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. You all are too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard.

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see.

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.

Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.