Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary.

The Whole Business Of Your Life Overwhelms You When You Live Alone. One's Stupefied By It. To Get Rid Of It You Try To Daub Some Of It Off On To People Who Come To See You, And They Hate That. To Be Alone Trains One For Death.

To Travel Is Very Useful, It Makes The Imagination Work, The Rest Is Just Delusion And Pain. Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary, Which Is Its Strength.

When You Stay Too Long In The Same Place, Things And People Go To Pot On You, They Rot And Start Stinking For Your Special Benefit.

In My Room I'd Barely Closed My Eyes When The Blonde From The Movie House Came Along And Sang Her Whole Song Of Sorrow Just For Me. I Helped Her Put Me To Sleep, So To Speak, And Succeeded Pretty Well... I Wasn't Entirely Alone... It's Not Possible To Sleep Alone.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.