A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

Somebody had tipped the American continent like a pinball machine and all the goofballs had come rolling to LA in the southwest corner. I cried for all of us. There was no end to the American sadness and the American madness. Someday we'll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it's been.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

Lying mouth to mouth, kiss to kiss in the pillow dark, loin to loin in unbelievable surrendering sweetness so distant from all our mental fearful abstractions it makes you wonder why men have termed God antisexual somehow (p. 148)

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

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.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all