Down in Denver, all I did was die.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

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

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.