Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

How I wished I'd have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist himself prowling about for his ultimate shot - an epic in itself. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

The beauty of things must be that they end.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength