The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again.

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said

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

It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.

I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.