Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

In all this welter of women I still hadn't got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired off and having a good time and all I did was curl up in my sleeping bag in the rosebushes and sigh and say bah. For me it was just red wine in my mouth and a pile of firewood

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.