This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

-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.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.