Status Updates From Abbey's Road

“Over the desert and the canyons, down there in the rocks, a huge vibration of light and stiliness and solitude shapes itself into the form of hovering wings spread out across the sky from the world's rim to the world's end. Not God—-the term seems
insufficient-but something unnameable, and more beautiful, and far greater, and more terrible.”

this book smells great

"What is it?" we ask, meaning what is its name? This odd quirk of the human mind: Unless we can name things, remain for us only half-real. Or less than half-real: nonexistent.”

“first the faith, then the hairy little miracle”

“to hell with mysticism”

What do you know, insolent reader? Eh, what do you know, you crass whelp of a dingo bitch, you foul of a hunchback camel, you sore-eyed, scab-covered noseless dropping of a syphilitic, two-dollar Baton Rouge, Louisiana whore? I ask you.