My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

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.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up to the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming on the cash register and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, its béat, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown.