"An autobiography is the ritual burning of the facts of one's life..just as thought is the ritual burning of whatever goes into it." --Codrescu, op cit

"What we were experiencing [in the early 70's] was the departing esprit of the previous decade, going out in firework splendor. Its demise filled our minds with meaning. After it finally left, the empty shells stumbled into places kindly kept warm for them by the guardians of order. ...those were the days of the rapidly closing crack through which light had miraculously squeezed...the best minds started sucking greedily just as at high altitudes the lungs go crazy. Today the crack is closed and you can take all the LSD in the world--there is nothing there." --ibid