I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim...
I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours.
I remember him standing under a streetlamp.'Just as we passed that other lamp I was going to tell you a further thing, Sal, but now I am parenthetically continuing with a new thought and by the time w...
I liked him; not because he was a good sort, as he later proved to be, but because he was enthusiastic about things.
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
He knew the road would getmore interesting, especially ahead, always ahead.
And this is not the happiness of a magazine writer who sends in his gay little philosophy of life to the editor for the one paragraph spread in front of the magazine: This is a serious happiness full...
Difficult to make a real confession and show what happened when you're such an egomaniac all you can do is take off on big paragraphs about minor details about yourself and the big sole details about...
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
You guys are going somewhere or just going?
You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.
With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.
We had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise
This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.
The inside of the cabin with the fire finally going is still the dear lovable abode now as sharp in my mind as I look at it as an unusually well focused snapshot---The sprig of ferns still stands in a...
That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out so well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I’d be so...
She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern si...
Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in alrea...