I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.

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

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition.

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

I like it because its ugly