Rocks are space, and space is illusion.
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind.
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.
One night I was meditating in such perfect stillness that two mosquitoes came and sat on each of my cheekbones and stayed there a long time without biting and then went away.
Oh these dumb dumb dumb Okies, they'll never change, how com-pletely and how unbelievably dumb, the moment it comes time to act, this paralysis, scared, hysterical, nothing frightens em more than what...
Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jag...
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.-Buddha was also a hobo who paid no attention to the other hobo.-Chief Rain-In-The-Face, weirder even.
It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow
It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.
In the hall itself the din of the music - for this is the real way to play a jukebox and what it was originally for - was so tremendous that it shattered Dean and Stan and me for a moment in the reali...
I'm an idealistwho has outgrownmy idealismI have nothing to dothe rest of my lifebut do it
I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part...
I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields...
I wanted to get me a full pack complete with everything necessary to sleep, shelter, eat, cook, in fact a regular kitchen and bedroom right on my back, and go off somewhere and find perfect solitude a...
I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for na...
I play games with her fabulous eyes and she longs to be in a monastery
I could have made my whole life like that morning just on the strength of pure understanding and willingness to live and go along, God it was all the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me in i...
I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tr...