It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation.

Eager for bread and love.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.

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

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?