Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.