Beautiful girlsJust primpBut beautiful boysDo suffer.
Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.
The only truth is music.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
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.
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...
Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy
We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess--across the night...
The road must eventually lead to the whole world. Ain't nowhere else it can go - right?
Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.
So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.
Perché per me l’unica gente possibile sono i pazzi, quelli che sono pazzi di vita, pazzi per parlare, pazzi per essere salvati, vogliosi di ogni cosa allo stesso tempo, quelli che mai sbadigliano o di...
One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter...
Now we were on the great Texas plain and, as Dean said, You drive and drive and you're still in Texas tomorrow night.
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.
It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow
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 think it's a lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.
I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.