I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better.

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.