Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.

Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them.

First, find out what your hero wants, then just follow him.

We have too many cellphones. We've got too many internets. We have got to get rid of those machines. We have too many machines now.

You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will.

Sometimes I think I understand everything. Then I regain consciousness