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)
My karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.
Everybody saying O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that, how do you know he doesnt hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done
What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?
We were so used to traveling we had to walk all over Long Island, but there was no more land, just the Atlantic Ocean, and we could only go so far.
We also spent entire nights in bed and I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would someday nudge up a hill to be th...
Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are still pretty glorious.
The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.
She is giving me my life back and not claiming it for herself as so many of the women you love do claim.
See the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consumin...
One look at the officials in the American Consulate where we went for dreary paper routines was enough to make you realize what was wrong with American 'diplomacy' throughout the Fellaheen world: - st...
Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, He'll be all right.And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got...
My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.
Most of them were running away from somethingusually the law.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
Mexican LonelinessAnd I am an unhappy strangergrooking in the streets of Mexico-My friends have died on me, mylovers disappeared, my whores banned,my bed rocked and heaved byearthquake - and no holy w...
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
It was a joy, though, to get down into the valley and lose sight of all that open sky space underneath everything and finally, as it got graying five o'clocking, about a hundred yards from the other b...
I yelled for joy. We passed the bottle. The great blazing stars came out, the far receding hills got dim. I felt like an arrow that could shoot out all the way.
I want to marry a [guy], so i can rest my soul with [him] till we both get old. This can't go on all the time-- all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.