First Thought, Best Thought.

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.

The Apparition Of An Evil, Sick Unconscious Wild City Rose Before Me In Visible Semblance, And About The Dead Buildings In The Barren Air, The Bodies Of The Soul That Built The Wonderland Shuffled And Stalked And Stalked And Lurched In Attitudes Of Immemorial Nightmare All Around.

Mind Is Shapely, Art Is Shapely.

The Suffering Itself Is Not So Bad; It's The Resentment Against Suffering That Is The Real Pain.

The Whole Blear World Of Smoke And Twisted Steel Around My Head In A Railroad Car, And My Mind Wandering Past The Rust Into Futurity: I Saw The Sun Go Down In A Carnal And Primeval World, Leaving Darkness To Cover My Railroad Train Because The Other Side Of The World Was Waiting For Dawn.