In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.