Her sunny side was always up.

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.

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.

In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.