The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved..

Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse..

The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A..

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!.

The beauty of things must be that they end..

Rocks are space, and space is illusion..

Whenever spring comes to New York I can't stand the suggestion of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I've got to go. So I ….

The words are clear as in the reflection of the world on the water. Therefore write the Word at once, everywhere, from now till your hand is paralyze….

It's all too much and not enough at the same time..

I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta..

Because the only people for me are the mad ones..

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back.

the golden eternity is { }.

Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, go….

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right..

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can….

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work..

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age..

...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean..

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just i….

For life is holy and every moment is precious..