As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, Pass here and go on, you're on the...
Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!
And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the j...
All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was ex...
It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.
في النهاية.المُتشرد لديه سبب للبكاء,كل شيئ في هذا العالم مُوجه ضده._فجأةَ بدأت إدرك أن الجميع في أمريكا لصوص بالفطرة._والنجوم كانت نُدف ثلج زائفة._لقد إتفقنا أن يُحب كلٌ من الأخر بجنون._لأن العالم بلي...
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 rain will fall on our eaves.
All day long
Ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you
A traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and bec...
You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really need...
You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.
Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?
Where'd you learn to do all these funny things?' he laughed. 'And you know I say funny but there's sumpthin so durned sensible about 'em. Here I am killin myself drivin this rig back and forth from Oh...
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.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.