It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

The unspeakable visions of the individual.

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.