“I've been all over the place in all kinds of living situations. Due to the fact that my mind is my own worst enemy. In a way I am perpetually and permanently in a state of rehabilitation m in an attempt to rehabilitate from the shock of being born.Some people are too sensitive to withstand that.”
― Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals

“A truly compassionate man gives a poor woman a portion of his meal before he eats, not after he has eaten.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean—an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The hobo never knows what is going to happen the next moment; hence, he lives only in the present moment. He has learned the futility of telic endeavor, and knows the delight of drifting along with the whimsicalities of Chance”
― Jack London, The Road

“Most human beings strongly believe that money is way less important than the life of a human being, but in reality five hundred, fifty, or even five dollars are way more important to the lives of most human beings than the lives of most human beings.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Clothes are a homeless man’s home.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“He cut short my request for something to eat, snapping out, "I don't believe you want to work."
Now this was irrelevant. I hadn't said anything about work. The topic of conversation I had introduced was "food." In fact, I didn't want to work. I wanted to take the westbound overland that night.”
― Jack London, The Road

“We took up a collection and sent a telegram to the authorities of that town. The text of the message was that eighty-five healthy, hungry hoboes would arrive about noon and that it would be a good idea to have dinner ready for them.”
― Jack London, The Road

“To a homeless man, home is literally where the heart is.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“What do you eat?” she asked.
“Mulligan stew,” said Bob. “My friends and I collect scraps of food all day, and then we cook it up in a big pot and share it. It’s always different, but very tasty.”
“Why is it called mulligan stew?” asked Stephen.
“There was once a hobo named Mulligan,” said Bob. “He made the first mulligan stew.”
“Was he a good cook?” asked Todd.
“No, he was eaten by cannibals.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“You know... the word "homeless", gives you this very negative image. A filthy raggedy hobo... it's no good. It's too demeaning of a word if you ask me. It's just not politically correct enough... If it were up to me, I'd rather we be called "residentially challenged”
― Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Saikyō Densetsu Kurosawa 9

“Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.”
― Brenna Ehrlich, Placid Girl

“Some people ate less food less often when they each had a home than they now do as hobos.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“En route to California I had a few drinks with an American executive for Falstaff Brewing Company who said he'd been a hobo from '37 to '39. He talked about a friend of his who had lost his legs beneath a freight train and died. He told me he knew something about farm labor contractors. "Killers," he called them. And said it again, "Killers.”
― Tracy Kidder, The Road to Yuba City: A Journey into the Juan Corona Murders

“On the eighth day, the forty-year-old hobo said to Billy: "This ain't bad. I can be comfortable anywhere."
"You can?" said Billy.
On the ninth day the hobo died. So it goes. His last words were: "You think this is bad? This ain't bad.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Charity begins on the street when you are homeless.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Look at your “hobophobia.”
If there is one group of people our majority population fear and despise it is rootless, nomadic individuals with no stake in society. They offend simply by “opting out”—of property, commitments, beliefs, relationships, expectations. Many such people have turned their backs on a society they don’t understand or can’t cope with. They have absconded from the pressures to compete, to perform, to sell out, to join in the dance of bureaucracy, money worries, cohabitation, housekeeping, procreation, you-name-it. Society is right to fear such people because they embody the sane rejection of many insanely onerous “civilized” values that would collapse under scrutiny. Strangely, though, society also makes an idol of Jesus, apparently a nomad who had no possessions or family ties, who walked away from a promising career in carpentry, a hobo if ever there was one. (We haven’t, however, made a popular hero out of Diogenes, the ultimate dirty Greek hobo.)”
― Colin Feltham, Keeping Ourselves in the Dark

“Nastavio sam da njuškam letnji suton. Nema adrenalina bez benzina. Točkovi su strugali, frikcija se pojačavala. Zavirivao sam u senovite prolaze tržnih centara: profesionalni lažnjaci se uvaljuju profesionalnim amaterima. Dauntaun je pomirljivo tonuo u daun. Prizor liči na razglednicu unutrašnjosti. Glavna vena Nišvila je definitivno predozirana bednjikavim gruvom. Ovaj grad je elementarna nepogoda. Sve je manje fliperana i klubova sa džuboks aparatima. Sve je manje poslastičara u kojima služe bozu i kadif. Sve je manje knjižara u kojima se prodaju knjige. Sve je manje dobrih stripova i porno časopisa na buvljacima. Sve je manje bioskopa koji ne zvrje prazni i gde dronjavo platno ne liči na paravan u seoskim ambulantama. Nema patine u Nišvilu, osim one švercovane - za brzu prodaju i brzu upotrebu.

Jebi ga, ponekad mi nedostaje moji grad.Sve je više neona na pogrešnim mestima, i sve je više pogrešnih mesta, i sve je više ljudi koji umiru od želje da se zabave i ispričaju nekome kako je zabavno bilo. "Niko ovde nije poludeo od zabave", rekla je Kinki kada je kupila nove uredjaje za koje nije bilo dovoljno da ih uključiš u struju pa da prorade. Morao si da povezuješ komponente, tumačeći nacrtana uputstva da bi se, napokon, pojavila slika i zvuk - jasniji i čistiji od prethodnih slika i zvukova.”
― Zoran Ćirić, Hobo

“The hobo wore old black shoes that also looked like they were too big for him, but that might
have been because he wasn’t wearing any socks.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Nine-year-old me dressed as a homeless person, but I had a badge, fake mustache, and aviators. I was HoboCop, naturally.”
― GLEN NESBITT, BREAK OUT OF HEAVEN