Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

I have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now.... ... it's not a question of the merit of art, but a question of spontaneity and sincerity and joy I say. I would like everybody in the world to tell his full life confession and tell it his own way and then we'd have something to read in our old age.

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.