For you good boys, with winesoaked teeth, that can’t understand these words on a heath, I’ll make it simpler, like a bottle of wine, and a good woodfire, under stars divine. Now listen to me, and when you have learned the Dharma of the Buddhas of old and yearned, to sit down with the truth, under a lonesome tree, in Yuma Arizony, or anywhere you be, don’t thank me for tellin, what was told me, this is the wheel I’m turnin, this is the reason I be: Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
—  Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums)

So here’s a fun fact: When I was younger, I heard a Van Morrison song where the lyrics mentioned Jack Kerouac’s “The Dharma Bums”. I misheard this lyric and thought that Van Morrison was singing "The Dharma Buns" instead.

This was when Dharma & Greg was on TV. I thought, “Man, why would some wacko write a song about a TV show character and a bunch of cinnamon buns?”

I only realized my mistake about 20 years later. I am an idiot and should be put straight to bed.

But I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness, what you would (perhaps unkindly) call my “hypocrisy”. I am no child of nature, I am ugly and imperfect to myself, and I cannot through poetry or romantic visions exalt myself to symbolic glory.
—  Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
—  Jack Kerouac