“L'universo intero era pazzo ed obliquo ed estremamente bizzarro.”

“galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him steadily."where have you been? why did you do this to me?" and she gave dean a dirty look; she knew the score. dean paid absolutely no attention; what he wanted now was food; he asked jane if there was anything. the confusion began right there.”

“Now you're going East with Sal," Galatea said, "and what do you think you're going to accomplish by that? Camille has to stay home and mind the baby now you're gone--how can she keep her job? and she never wants to see you again and I don't blame her. If you see Ed along the road you tell him to come back to me or I'll kill him." Just as flat as that. It was the saddest night. I felt as if I was with strange brothers and sisters in a pitiful dream. 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.”

“Era triste ver cómo su elevada figura se perdía en la oscuridad mientras nos alejábamos, lo mismo que había pasado con las otras figuras de Nueva York y Nueva Orleans: se las veía inseguras bajo los inmensos cielos y todo lo que les rodeaba sumergido en la negrura. ¿Adónde ir? ¿Qué hacer?¿Para qué hacerlo...? Dormir. Pero nuestro grupo de locos se lanzaba hacia delante. [pp. 197]”

“The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.”

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

“I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They led him off the stand after an hour. He went back to his dark corner, old God Shearing, and the boys said, 'There ain't nothin left after that.”