The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different nationalities, who came to the conclusion that society sucked.
Nothing like the road to rub all the sand out of your soul.
Some books accrete things to themselves like a magnet. The writer risks sterility by subjecting the mysterious power of imagination to the devices of mere comprehension.
Jazz music hashaunted America for seventy years.It has tempted us out of our lily-white reserve with its black promise of untrammeled joy.
The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.
Certain kinds of clichés are the narcotics of the middle class.
But all I could think of was taking some books to read in jail. I held everybody up, choosing which ones to take.