Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live..

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell..

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have falle….

Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no examp….

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away..

Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the ….

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face….

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by..

a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any mo….

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility..

Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the w….

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday.

Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed..

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls..

I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being..

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines..

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die..

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave..

I like it because its ugly.