“At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.”
“They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.”
“...I met a reverend mother once who cried...ah, it's all so sad' - 'What did she cry about?' - 'I don't know, after talking to me, I remember I said some silly thing like "the universe is a woman because it's round" but I think she cried because she was remembering her early days when she had a romance with some soldier who died, at least that's what they say, she was the greatest woman I ever saw, big blue eyes, big smart woman ... you could do that, get out of this awful mess and leave it all behind”
“We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”
“The floors of bus stations are the same all over the country, always covered with butts and spit and they give a feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.”
“We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell”
“Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?”
“Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!”
“This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.”
“All life is but a skull-bone and
A rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food & fuel-
just so's we can burn so
furious beautiful.”
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