My life is a vast and insane legend reaching everywhere without beginning or ending...
pg. 12

My life is a vast inconsequential epic with a thousand and a million characters - here they all come, as swiftly we roll east, as swiftly the earth rolls east.
pg. 13

We all stand on the sad earth throwing long shadows, breath cut with flesh.
pg. 33

I guess Sunday is God's looking glass.
pg. 34

My desk is littered with papers, beautiful to look at thru half closed eyes the delicate milky litter of papers piled, like some old dream of a picture of papers, like papers piled on a desk in a cartoon, like a realistic scene from an old Russian film...
pg. 40

...a kind of fit of madness like I'm subject to, I reall am a "madman bum and angel" - realizing that there is no place on earth where bottomless horror...