And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

-no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity.