“All I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.”

All of life is a foreign country.

The silence was an intense roar.

This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re supposed to do.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women’s feet and asked for forgiveness.

It’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.

Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers.

Believe in the holy contour of life.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling & laughing.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances.

Freedom is the disappearance of that which is searching for freedom.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.