We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.

I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the 'enthusiasm' is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.

The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.

Talking about the past is like a cat's trying to explain climbing down a ladder.

It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the most alive books written by any American for years. I don't see how it could be considered immoral.

If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.