Something that you feel will find its own form.

Because 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.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

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!

She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?