And The Stars Were Icicles Of Mockery

How I Wished I'd Have Had A Camera Of My Own, A Mad Mental Camera That Could Register Pictorial Shots, Of The Photographic Artist Himself Prowling About For His Ultimate Shot - An Epic In Itself. (on The Road With Robert Frank, 1958)

...but I Preferred Reading The American Landscape As We Went Along. Every Bump, Rise, And Stretch In It Mystified My Longing.

I Was Having A Wonderful Time And The Whole World Opened Up Before Me Because I Had No Dreams.

And As Far As I Can See The World Is Too Old For Us To Talk About It With Our New Words.

Listen To The Silence Inside The Illusion Of The World, And You Will Remember The Lesson You Forgot