I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

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

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift. . . . The net result of Naked Lunch will be to make people shudder at their own lies, will be to make them open up and be straight with one another. Swift and Rabelais and Sterne accomplished a step in that direction, and Burroughs another.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.