They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

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

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.

The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.

He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventure life might get to be, strange and sad and still much more beautiful and amazing than he could ever have imagined because it was so really, strangely sad.

Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition.