Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars. Read Summary
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night? Read Summary
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. Read Summary
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end. Read Summary
You can't teach the old maestro a new tune. Read Summary
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. Read Summary
As you get older, you get more... genealogical. Read Summary
I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody'. I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A. It's four chapters. Read Summary
Accept loss forever. Read Summary
I really hate to write. Read Summary
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... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles. Read Summary
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion. Read Summary
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life. Read Summary
All of life is a foreign country. Read Summary
My witness is the empty sky. Read Summary
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken. Read Summary
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. Read Summary
I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic. Read Summary
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself. Read Summary
My story is endless. I put in a teletype roll, you know, you know what they are, you have them in newspapers, and run it through there and fix the margins and just go, go - just go, go, go. Read Summary