You Can't Fight City Hall. It Keeps

I Don't Know, I Don't Care, And It Doesn't Make Any Difference.

Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.

Everything Is Perfect On The Street Again, The World Is Permeated With Roses Of Happiness All The Time, But None Of Us Know It. The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

As We Crossed The Colorado-utah Border I Saw God In The Sky In The Form Of Huge Gold Sunburning Clouds Above The Desert That Seemed To Point A Finger At Me And Say, "pass Here And Go On, You're On The Road To Heaven.

We Agreed To Love Each Other Madly.