Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.

Others can measure their visions by what we see.

Marijuana is a useful catalyst for specific optical and aural aesthetic perceptions. I apprehended the structure of certain pieces of jazz and classical music in a new manner under the influence of marijuana, and these apprehensions have remained valid in years of normal consciousness.

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!