...we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.