But all I could think of was taking some books to read in jail. I held everybody up, choosing which ones to take.
Nothing like the road to rub all the sand out of your soul.
Certain kinds of clichés are the narcotics of the middle class.
The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.
The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different nationalities, who came to the conclusion that society sucked.