Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
If you can't boogie I know I'll show you how.
I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.
He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.
Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream...
Buddham Saranam Gocchami, I take refuge in the Buddha, Sangham, I take refuge in the church, Dhammam, I take refuge in the Dharma, the truth.
Are we fallen angels who didn’t want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?…But
Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finché non siamo arrivati.- Dove andiamo?- Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
You dont have to know a soul to know what I know --- to expect what I'm expecting --- to feel yourself alive and dying in your chest every minute of the livelong day --- When you're young you wanta cr...
Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what t...
The whole universe was crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange.
Si seguis asi vais a volveros locos, pero por favor mantenedme al corriente de lo que os sucede en el camino.
I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.
I couldn't meet a girl without saying to myself, What kind of wife would she make?
How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?
Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back
Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.
He wasn't drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked - crowds of people milling.
But no matter, the road is life.