There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?