They Build Their Own Hells.

Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are True

I Was A Man Of The Earth, Precisely As I Had Dreamed I Would Be.

And Nobody Knows What’s Going To Happen To Anybody Besides The Forlorn Rags Of Growing Old

Somebody Had Tipped The American Continent Like A Pinball Machine And All The Goofballs Had Come Rolling To La In The Southwest Corner. I Cried For All Of Us. There Was No End To The American Sadness And The American Madness. Someday We'll All Start Laughing And Roll On The Ground When We Realize How Funny It's Been.

My Witness Is The Empty Sky.