He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence
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 cold morni...
…the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?
Equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha
All I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.
What is a rainbow, Lord?A hoop for the lowly.
The silence was an intense roar.
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...
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.
Rocks are space, and space is illusion.
Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big private thoughts now so vast we can't communicate them anymore and if we tried it w...
I’m an idealistwho has outgrownmy idealismI have nothing to dothe rest of my lifebut do itand the rest of my lifeto do it
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 had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness an...
I had nothing to offer anybody except for my own confusion
I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the...