Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.

If you own a rug you own too much.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if we only exerted enough mental will, what is going to happen within the next hundred years and be able to take steps to avoid all kinds of catastrophes. When a man dies he undergoes a mutation in his brain that we know nothing about now but which will be very clear someday if scientists get on the ball. The bastards right now are only interested in seeing if they can blow up the world.