LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

Whenever spring comes to New York I can't stand the suggestion of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I've got to go. So I went.

Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.