If you want to write ... you must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

Heaven is a house with porch lights.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Don't think! Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things; you simply must do them.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe shouted itself alive. We are the shouts.

What church could compete with the fireworks of the pure soul?

... someday we'll remember so much we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.

All isn't well with the world.