…the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?
I've no timeTo dally hasselIn your heart's house,It's too grayI'm too cold-I wanta go to Golden,That's my home.
The waves are Chinese, but the earth is an Indian thing.
That Rollo Greb is the greatest, most wonderful of all. That's what I was trying to tell you - that's what I want to be. I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it...
Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...
Sometimes during the night I'd look at my poor sleeping mother cruelly crucified there in the American night because of no-money, no-hope-of-money, no family, no nothing, just myself the stupid son of...
Some's bastards, some's ain't.That's the score.
Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.
She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.
Pretty girls make graves
My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, 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.
Love is bitter, death is sweet.
I’m an idealistwho has outgrownmy idealismI have nothing to dothe rest of my lifebut do itand the rest of my lifeto do it
In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground's frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes have ice, thin snow slides over the jagged black cracks. The river is frozen to stolidity, waits; hung...
I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I can.
I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.
I stood in the middle of the room flipping and Pusher was plucking at the guitar, just one string, and I went up to him and said, 'Man don't pluck those dirty notes at ME,' and like he just got up wit...
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.
I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?
How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?