Ah, holy hole!
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read" - sal paradise, on the road.
Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?
The sparrow hops along the veranda, with wet feet.
We understood each other on other levels of madness.
I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields...
That was the way dean found me when he finally decided i was worth saving.
I have nothing to offer anybody expect my own confusion.
Memories and dreams are intermixed in this mad universe.
It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
And for the first time in my life, the following afternoon, I went into the west.
Nothing's alive for the universe is a dream already ended.
I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut.
I am not 'i am' but just a spy in somebody's body.
What's your road, man?
There is nowhere to go but everywhere.
I can't say that the world is not that it is not - because it is just from mind.
You're a genius all the time.
Oh, smell the people! Yelled dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, god! Life!
Gus was looking at him for confirmation of all his sorrows.
I know the secrets; I dig joyce and proust above melville and celine.
With frantic dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.
If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong.
We had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.