(...) comes under the influence of old French Fairies who accuse him of constipation of the brain & diarrhea of the mouth - Jack Kerouac

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.