The beauty of things must be that they end.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?