The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.

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

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.