He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain.

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.