I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.

i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.

God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

and the stars were icicles of mockery

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.