What A Horror It Would Have Been

Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.

I Swore I'd Be In Chicago Tomorrow, And Made Sure Of That, Taking A Bus To Chicago, Spending Most Of My Money, And Didn't Give A Damn, Just As Long As I'd Be In Chicago Tomorrow.

Burroughs Is The Greatest Satirical Writer Since Jonathan Swift.

Something Great Is About To Happen To Me: I'm About To Love Somebody Very Much.