I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.