It's pretty amazing to see a guy, while steering at the wheel, suddenly raise his little 300 dollar German camera with one hand and snap something that's on the move in front of him, and through an unwashed windshield at that. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

The unspeakable visions of the individual.

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.