Commercial rock 'n' roll music is a brutalization of the stream of contemporary Negro church music an obscene looting of a cultural expression.

That ... is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.

Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me.

The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.

I am nobody but myself.

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.

Words are your business, boy. Not just the word. Words are everything. The key to the rock, the answer to the question.