Finding Nirvana Is Like Locating Silence.

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.

Ray, What You Got To Do Is Go Climb A Mountain.

And When The Fog's Over And The Stars And The Moon Come Out At Night It'll Be A Beautiful Sight.

You Don't Realize What A Strain It Is On The Nerves To Write Or Think-of-writing All Day Long, And To Sleep Full Of Nervous Dreams, And To Wake Up Not Knowing Who One Is: This All Stems From Anxiety About Finishing The Book, About Time 'growing Short', Etc., And The Perpetual Strain Of Invention.

I Suddenly Began To Realize That Everybody In America Is A Natural-born Thief.