I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.