La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal

A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A Mouth Full Of Teeth.

And This Is The Way A Novel Gets Written, In Ignorance, Fear, Sorrow, Madness, And A Kind Of Psychotic Happiness As An Incubator For The Wonders Being Born.

Nothing Behind Me, Everything Ahead Of Me, As Is Ever So On The Road.

I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except My Own Confusion.

It Was My Dream That Screwed Up, The Stupid Hearthside Idea That It Would Be Wonderful To Follow One Great Red Line Across America Instead Of Trying Various Roads And Routes.