Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, “God, I love you” and looked to the sky and really meant it. “I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.” To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.
Houses are full of things that gather dust.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.
The closer you get to real matter, rock, air, fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
It’ll take you eternities to get rid of me,? she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I’ll never get rid of her – I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. Let men work and love and fight it off.
Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
Love is all.
And I said, ‘That last thing is what you can’t get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.
I never saw such crazy musicians. Everybody in Frisco blew. It was the end of the continent; they didn’t give a damn.
The whole universe was crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange.
I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was ‘Wow!
For the next week that was all I heard – manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
He doesn’t need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.