"Houses are full of things that gather dust."
"Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken."
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life."
"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."
"Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion."
"no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or fore-shortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts"
"Methinks women love me and then they realize I'm drunk for all the world and this makes them realize I can't concentrate on them alone, for long, makes them jealous, and I'm a fool in Love With God. Yes"
"see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars,�and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures. "
"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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"