Finding Nirvana is like locating silence..

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?.

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, w….

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars..

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge worl….

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself..

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at….

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life..

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

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again..

But yet, but yet, woe, woe unto those who think that the Beat Generation means crime, delinquency, immorality, amorality ... woe unto those who attac….

I told Terry I was leaving. She had been thinking about it all night and was resigned to it. Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked o….

His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line..

I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead..

If you own a rug you own too much..

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour..

The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault..

A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street..

The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and mola….