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.
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 fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.” To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.
Houses are full of things that gather dust.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.
The closer you get to real matter, rock, air, fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.