The Grim Reaper isn't grim at all; he's a life-saver. He isn't grim because he isn't anything. . . . he is nothing. And nothing is a hell of a lot better than anything. So long, boys.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.
A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
I sit down and say, and I run all my friends and relatives and enemies one by one in this, without entertaining any angers or gratitudes or anything, and I say, like 'Japhy Ryder, equally empty, equal...
A poet is a blind optimist.The world is against him formany reasons. But thepoet persists. He believesthat he is on the right track,no matter what any of his fellow men say. In hiseternal search for t...
What's Your Road, Man?
I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a f...
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.
I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of the...
Does kittykat know there's a pigeon on the clothes closet?
I don't think anybody'd remember and certainly do know everybody'd lie. The reason I'm so bitter and, as I said, 'in anguish,' nowadays, or one of the reasons, is that everybody's begun to lie and bec...
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.
And I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.
Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.
All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).
I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.
November the seventhThe lastFaint cricket
Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?