We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic.

Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!

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

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.