One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with -

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Think what a great world revolution will take place when ... [there are] millions of guys all over the world with rucksacks on their backs tramping around the back country.

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

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Don't drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.