The beat generation (coined in Playboy)
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
All of life is a foreign country.
If you own a rug you own too much.
..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.