A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

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.

What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.