I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

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

the golden eternity is { }

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.