Nothing like the road to rub all the sand out of your soul.

The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.

But all I could think of was taking some books to read in jail. I held everybody up, choosing which ones to take.

Certain kinds of clichés are the narcotics of the middle class.

The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different nationalities, who came to the conclusion that society sucked.

Nothing like the road to rub all the sand out of your soul.