And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?

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