How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

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.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

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

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha