Nothing ever happened - Not even this
The only truth is music.
Stare deep into the world before you as if it were the void: innumerable holy ghosts, buddhies, and savior gods there hide, smiling. All the atoms emitting light inside wavehood, there is no personal...
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me
I felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a diff...
The sight of the canyon down there as we renegotiated the mountain road made me bite my lip with marvel and sadness.It's as familiar as an old face in an old photograph as tho I'm gone a million years...
Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas.
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise, On The Road
Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?
A fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his...
It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.
Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes--the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man w...
In those days he really didn't know what he was talking about; that is to say, he was a young jailkid all hung-up on the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual, and he liked to talk i...
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.
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.
I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on t...
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
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