Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

Don't drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

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

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.