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

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

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.