I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.

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.