“I’m alone in the sky where there’s nothing to loseThe Sun’s not eternal That’s why there’s the bluesMajestical jailhouse our Joy’s in the CageHearts full of hatred will outlast my old age”

“It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation.”