I started to cry. And I looked up and saw the bleak pines by the bleak mills of Roanoke Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing left to do but leave the earth forever.
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
Hell! I’m glad I did it. It’s going to be a change. Icall this life!
Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.
Because to me the only thing that matters is the conceptions in my own mind, there has to be no reality anyway to what I suppose is going on (p. 153)
I went off with him for no reason.
…the loneliness…the inexpressibly delicious sensation of this memory - for as memories are older they’re like wine rarer, till if you find a real old memory, one of infancy, not an established often t...
Now this warm thought of greatness is a big chill in the wind—for
I wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.
But I should have known from her original announcement of independence to believe in the sincerity of her distaste for involvement, instead hurling on at her as if and because in fact I wanted to be h...
And tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
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?
What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.
This can't go on all the time...all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.
The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the myste...
The old tree brooded over me silently, a living thing. I heard a mouse snoring in the garden weeds. The rooftops of Berkeley looked like pitiful living meat sheltering grieving phantoms from the enter...
The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.
Suddenly I found myself on Times Square. 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 i...
Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.