All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was experiencing with a good big mainline shot of M. and advertising executives in NY were experiencing with twelve Scotch & Sodas in Stouffers before they made the drunkard's train to Westchester---but without hangovers.

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

Absolutely no way to escape enigmans.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

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.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.