"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..."
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion..."
“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”
“Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.”
“What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. "