“Lonely as America, a throatpierced sound in the night.”

“America is a lonely crock of shit...”

“Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?”

“We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess--across the night...”

“At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.”

“All that hitchhikinAll that railroadinAll that comin backto America”

“We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell”