I swore I'd be in Chicago tomorrow, and made sure of that, taking a bus to Chicago, spending most of my money, and didn't give a damn, just as long as I'd be in Chicago tomorrow.

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.