The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

I rather like the idea of having all my hours to myself: eating a Fudge Sundae, watching a movie, sleeping on my couch, singing in the bathroom, studying the woods, kidding around with a girl, playing cards lazily - all kinds of stuff that American brands 'shiftless.'

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

It's pretty amazing to see a guy, while steering at the wheel, suddenly raise his little 300 dollar German camera with one hand and snap something that's on the move in front of him, and through an unwashed windshield at that. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.

A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.