Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with -

I felt free and therefore I was free.