She needed Cholly's sins desperately. The lower he sank, the wilder and more irresponsible he became, the more splendid she and her task became. In the name of Jesus.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled.

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence and manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn w Tests , deaths, feats, rites stories, songs, and judgements.

My great joy is to give form to reality. Music is a great release, a great enjoyment to me. Eventually I'd like to write something of great importance. That's my ambition -- to write something worthwhile.

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet
and are you alive?

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

You cannot petition the Lord with prayer.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

Most people love you for who you pretend to be.

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself -- and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them.

The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes -- specialize in having fun!

Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness. Jealousy we understood and thought natural -- a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.

I can look at a crowd, he said to his friends, I can just look at it. It's all, uh, very scientific, and I can diagnose the crowd psychologically. Just four of us, properly positioned, can turn the crowd around. We can cure it. We can make love to it. We can make it riot.
Jim's friends looked at him blankly.
Hey, man, Jim said, don't you even want to try?

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side.

The Night is young and full of rest I can't describe the way she's dress'd She'll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

Look where we worship.