In all this welter of women I still hadn't got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired of….

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem..

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you….

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.

What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty….

And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into ti….

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do..

I am always thinking 'What am I doing here? Is this the way I am supposed to feel?'.

One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what t….

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined..

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields..

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you.….

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars..

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was w….

Bein Crazy is the least of my worries..

Marylou was watching Dean as she had watched him clear across the country and back, out of the corner of her eye--with a sullen, sad air, as though s….

The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a ge….

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that..

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge..

The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple ….

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream..