Quotes About Dean

Then a complete silence fell over everybody; where once Dean would have talked his way out, he now fell silent himself, but standing in front of everybody, ragged and broken and idiotic, right under the lightbulbs, his bony mad face covered with sweat and throbbing veins, saying, Yes, yes, yes, as though tremendous revelations were pouring into him all the time now, and I am convinced they were, and the others suspected as much and were frightened. He was BEAT-the root, the soul of Beatific.

What are you going to do with yourself, Ed? I asked. I don't know, he said. I just go along. I dig life. He repeated it, following Dean's line. He had no direction. He sat reminiscing about that night in Chicago and the hot coffee cakes in the lonely room.

Dean had a sweater wrapped around his ears to keep warm. He said we were a band of Arabs coming in to blow up New York.

The night was getting more and more frantic. I wished Dean and Carlo were there—then I realized they'd be out of place and unhappy. They were like the man with the dungeon stone and the gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

Apparently Dean had been quiet for a few months; now the angel had arrived and he was going mad again.

I sat back and enjoyed nightfall on the desert and waited for poorchild Angel Dean to wake up again.

Dean had a sweater wrapped around his ears to keep warm. He said we were a band of Arabs coming in to blow up New York. We swished through the Lincoln Tunnel and cut over to Times Square;

the mother watched from her sunny doorway, and we slowly bounced back to town. But now the bouncing was no longer unpleasant; it was the most pleasant and graceful billowy trip in the world, as over a blue sea, and Dean's face was suffused with an unnatural glow that was like gold as he told us to understand the springs of the car now for the first time and dig the ride. Up and down we bounced, and even Victor understood and laughed.

I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive—the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

It never occurs to you that life is serious and there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time. That's what Dean was, the Holy Goof.

La California de Dean… salvaje, sudorosa, importante, el país donde se unen como los pájaros los solitarios, los excéntricos, los exiliados, el país donde en cierto modo todo el mundo tiene aspecto de guapo artista de cine decadente y hundido.

the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never, I think of Dean Moriarty.

Claire "The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?" Dean "Because that would be bad for business?" From Summon the Keeper

I always was irritated doing network television... You're in love, you make love. That happens.

As one Wharton dean explains, "The students call it Game Face: they feel pressured to look successful all the time. There can't be any chinks in their armor, and opening up would make them vulnerable.

That was the funniest thing I'd heard in days. You're kidding, right? PLEASE tell me you have a stronger motive for me than 'fair is fair.' Life isn't FAIR, Dean....Nothing is fair, EVER. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I need to help you because FAIR IS FAIR? Try, 'I need you to help me so I won't rip out your spine and beat you with it.' I MIGHT respond to that. MAYBE.

You can call me Agent Mickelson,' he told me with a smile. 'What about you? Is Max short for something? Maxine?' 'No, Dean. It's just Max.

I'm as deeply suspicious of big government as anyone. I'm strongly in favor of universal coverage but not single payer.

I think if we did 'Stargate' right, the fans would like it, and we could do something really good. But if we screw it up, they'll reject it. As they should.

Ervin's committee opened televised hearings on the matter in May, enabling the public to watch McCord accuse Dean and Mitchell of foreknowledge of the break-in, and Mitchell and Magruder of authorizing it. Testimony before the Ervin Committee that summer, especially by Dean, broke further news of the plumbers, of the Huston plan to abuse the powers of the FBI and the CIA, of presidential wiretapping, and of Nixon's authorization of hush money in order to seal the cover-up.

Dean Harstad had unbounded patience, the very patience that drove Chairman X bananas, patience as a weapon.

I probably don't have any more of a bigger following on the Internet than anybody else does - I just probably have a stranger one.

A valid scientific theory is predictive, verifiable, and replicable. To me, that's beautiful.

My dean gave me permission to model during my work semester, even though I was in the Criminal Justice Department. I don't know whether I'd ever have become a model if he hadn't let me do that.