I'd rather be thin than famous but I'm fat paste that in your broadway show

colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

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

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.