Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

But yet, but yet, woe, woe unto those who think that the Beat Generation means crime, delinquency, immorality, amorality ... woe unto those who attack it on the grounds that they simply don't understand history and the yearning of human souls ... woe in fact unto those who make evil movies about the Beat Generation where innocent housewives are raped by beatniks! ... woe unto those who spit on the Beat Generation, the wind'll blow it back.