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

John Clellon Holmes... and I were sitting around trying to think up the meaning of the Lost Generation and the subsequent existentialism and I said 'You know John, this is really a beat generation'; and he leapt up and said, 'That's it, that's right!'

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

No time for poetry but exactly what is.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.