Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.