The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.
The only truth is music.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk – real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.