Down in Denver, all I did was die.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam Golden Eternity & tell a story too