"Kyo: Of course, I'll beat YOU, too!

Yuki: Don't you ever get tired of saying that?

Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It's my goal in life!

Yuki: It's so unfair that I keep having to take abuse just because you can't meet your goals.

Kyo: THAT CONDESCENDING ATTITUDE OF YOURS REALLY PISSES ME OFF!

Yuki: And that revolting thought process of yours pisses me off."
— Natsuki Takaya (Fruits Basket, Volume 1)

"Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!"
— Allen Ginsberg

"Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole."
— William S. Burroughs

"There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much."
— Chitose Yagami (Fall In Love Like a Comic Vol. 1)

"The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way--a vision gleaned from the way we had heard the word 'beat' spoken on streetcorners on Times Square and in the Village, in other cities in the downtown city night of postwar America--beat, meaning down and out but full of intense conviction--We'd even heard old 1910 Daddy Hipsters of the streets speak the word that way, with a melancholy sneer--It never meant juvenile delinquents, it meant characters of a special spirituality who didn't gang up but were solitary Bartlebies staring out the dead wall window of our civilization--the subterraneans heroes who'd finally turned from the 'freedom' machine of the West and were taking drugs, digging bop, having flashes of insight, experiencing the 'derangement of the senses,' talking strange, being poor and glad, prophesying a new style for American culture, a new style (we thought), a new incantation--The same thing was almost going on in the postwar France of Sartre and Genet and what's more we knew about it--But as to the actual existence of a Beat Generation, chances are it was really just an idea in our minds--We'd stay up 24 hours drinking cup after cup of black coffee, playing record after record of Wardell Gray, Lester Young, Dexter Gordon, Willie Jackson, Lennie Tristano and all the rest, talking madly about that holy new feeling out there in the streets- -We'd write stories about some strange beatific Negro hepcat saint with goatee hitchhiking across Iowa with taped up horn bringing the secret message of blowing to other coasts, other cities, like a veritable Walter the Penniless leading an invisible First Crusade- -We had our mystic heroes and wrote, nay sung novels about them, erected long poems celebrating the new 'angels' of the American underground--In actuality there was only a handful of real hip swinging cats and what there was vanished mightily swiftly during the Korean War when (and after) a sinister new kind of efficiency appeared in America, maybe it was the result of the universalization of Television and nothing else (the Polite Total Police Control of Dragnet's 'peace' officers) but the beat characters after 1950 vanished into jails and madhouses, or were shamed into silent conformity, the generation itself was shortlived and small in number."
— Jack Kerouac

"Why does that kid think so highly of himself?"
"Kids that think they're so smart.They're everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!"
"Yes...I really do think highly of myself.People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs of life! Sorry I'm so envious.I will reflect upon this. Please don't be angry.
"Ah..um.."
"There, I said it now. Are you satisfied?"
........
"Bye bye!"
Beat him.....Beat him until he reaches heaven...!!!
-random people and Hiro-chan
"
— Natsuki Takaya (Fruits Basket, Volume 7)

"The large print giveth and the small print taketh away."
— Tom Waits (The Early Years: The Lyrics of Tom Waits 1971-1983)

"'If you own a rug you own too much.'"
— Jack Kerouac

"See
it was like this when
we waltz into this place.
A couple of papish cats
is doing an Aztec two-step

And I says
Dad let's cut
but then this dame
comes up behind me see
and says
you and me could really exist

Wow I says
Only the next day
she has bad teeth
and really hates
poetry."
— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
"
— Jack Kerouac

"It provides the police with something to do, and as junkies and potheads are relatively easy to apprehend because they have to take so many chances to get hold of their drugs, a heroic police can make spectacular arrests, lawyers can do a brisk business, judges can make speeches, the big pedlars can make a fortune, the tabloids can sell millions of copies. John Citizen can sit back feeling exonerated and watch evil get its deserts. That's the junk scene, man. Everyone gets something out of it except the junkie. If he's lucky he can creep round the corner and get a fix. But it wasn't the junk that made him creep. "
— Alexander Trocchi (Cain's Book)

"...romantic weltschmerz, a state of feeling thought to be basically subversive yet in most cases, like 'beat' rebelliousness today, adolescent and harmless."
— Leo Marx (The Machine in the Garden: Technology and the Pastoral Ideal in America)

"Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

"
— Longfellow