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At the end of the American road is a man and a woman making love in a hotel room.

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We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

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I don’t care what anybody says…but I’m pulled out of my shoes by wild stuff like that-pure whisky! Let’s here no more about jazz critics and those who wonder about bop:- I like my whiskey wild, I like Saturday night in the shack to be crazy, I like the tenor to be woman-mad, I like things to GO and rock and be flipped, I want to be stoned if I’m going to be stoned at all, i like to be gassed by a back alley music…

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Ah, life is a gate, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH…

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Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, splashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of fragrant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.

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For the earth’s an intrinsic grave (just dig a hole and see)

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The long night of life is terribly long and deceptively short.