But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation.

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell

Pretty girls make graves

Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly and sincerly putting on paper that which he saw and experienced and loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires.

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.