I realised either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world.And of course I was right.
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream 
All the men were driving home from work, wearing railroad hats, baseball hats, all kinds of hats, just like after work in any town anywhere. 
There are worse things than being mad. 
Her unimpeachable dignity was the thing that made her poor in a wild old whorehouse. 
Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do. 
The whole universe was crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange. 
Because to me the only thing that matters is the conceptions in my own mind, there has to be no reality anyway to what I suppose is going on (p. 153) 
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. 
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life 
I couldn't meet a girl without saying to myself, What kind of wife would she make? 
Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower?? 
But I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing. 
For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven. 
We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined. 
I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too. 
I think my sudden love for this girl is a truer expression of myself than anything. 
It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet. 
Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation. 
The/ supreme end-result of/ early Gothic phallic forms/ is the skyscraper & the/ oil drill & powered/ compressor & pistons of/ great engines ... 
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief. 
The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow. 
Rocks are space, and space is illusion. 
Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one. 
Walking on water wasn't built in a day. 
I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut 
I dunno, maybe you're Goat. 
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read. 
Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life! 
There is nowhere to go but everywhere. 
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars. 
Ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you 
Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise. 
The beauty of things must be that they end. 
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal. 
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America. 
Soon I'll find the right words, they'll be very simple. 
Be in love with your life. Every minute of it. 
I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic. 
Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain ... 
I believe in order, tenderness, and piety. 
No imaginary judgments of form, The clouds Butterfat 
It is possible for the human spirit to win after all. 
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land. 
Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?
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. 
Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed! 
I clearly saw the skeleton underneathall this show of personality
what is left of a man
and all his pride but bones?
Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream. 
And nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old 
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse. 
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move. 
... I went off with him for no reason. 
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end. 
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is. 
We live to long, so long I will, 
And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery. 