To this boy of New England the May morning was like faint music in the woods again, some unspeakably exciting foregathering of events far in the deep shade of morning pines, all of it stirring there....
This world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is.
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise
This can't go on all the time...all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.
There is nowhere to go but everywhere.
The world ain't so bad, when you got Japhies, I thought, and felt glad. All the aching muscles and the hunger in my belly were bad enough, and the surroundant dark rocks, the fact that there is nothin...
The earth will always be the same - only cities and history will change, even nations will change, governments and governors will go, the things made by men's hands will go, buildings will always crum...
The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.
The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up to the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming on the cash register and everyth...
Something good will come out of all things yet--And it will be golden and eternal just like that--There's no need to say another word.
So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.
She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the ide...
Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?
O love, fled me - or do telepathies cross sympathetically in the night?
O Rosey,why don't you stay just homeand eat chocolate barsand read Boswellall this society-izing will bring you nothing but lines of anxiety on your face -- and a sociable smile ain't nothing but teet...
Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher pl...
Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.
Life is life, and kind is kind
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.