I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.

The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love, really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride, or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.