Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself.

I think the world is full of evil people. I think in some ways we're in more danger now than before.

...like a scene from the swamps of Louisiana or the mind of Poe on opium.

It may sound strange, but when you're a kid and you're in that environment, for some reason for a long time you think, when the doors are closed in other houses, this is what it's like everywhere. And then at some point you begin to realize that isn't true, and books were really the educational system that showed me that there were many better and different ways to live a life.

...he was part of a family whether he wanted to be or not, the family of humanity, more often than not a frustrating and contentious clan, flawed and often deeply confused, but also periodically noble and admirable, with a common destiny that every member shared.

I don't write a quick draft and then revise; instead, I work slowly page by page, revising and polishing.

On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.