Vanity of vanities… all is vanity.’ You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horseshit.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

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.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.