“I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.”

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

There’s wisdom in wine.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again.

Life must be rich and full of loving–it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Pretty girls make graves.

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

As we speak I’m at peace, no longer scared to die.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.

I do not believe in my death.

On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death.

Most states in the union where the death penalty is theoretically on the books don’t have executions.

You may be gone but you’re never over.

If a man should wanton walk with crime, he shall find in death no great deliverance.