All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.