Thanks, for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business. Thanks, for a nation of finks.

I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.

Kerouac and I are not real at all. The only thing about a writer is that he has written, and not his so-called life. 'And we (will) all die and the stars will go out, one after another.

There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks.

Revolution in America begins in books and music, then waits for political operatives to 'implement changes after the fact.'

You see, control can never be a means to any practical end...It can never be a means to anything but more control...like junk.