Because he was always tremendously generated towards complete relationship with his women to the point where they ended up in one convoluted octopus mess of souls and tears and fellatio and hotel room...
And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.
Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips?
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.
In one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was The pathway to wisdom lies through excess (p. 113)
You boys going to get somewhere, or just going?" We didn't understand his question, and it was a damned good question.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
I like too many things and get confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry
When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.
The whole town had instantly gone to bed; the only noise now was barking dogs. How could I ever sleep? Thousands of mosquitoes had already bitten all of us on chest and arms and ankles. Then a bright...
The hot water pools are steaming, Fagan and Monsanto and the others are all sitting peacefully up to their necks, they're all naked, but there's a gang of fairies also there naked all standing in vari...
He had a third martini. He looked at me intently and took hold of my arm. 'Look', he said. 'You're a fish in a pond. It's drying up. You have to mutate into an amphibian, but someone keeps hanging on...
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or ev...
The only people for me are the mad ones the ones who are mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved . . . the ones who never yawn and say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn like fabulous yello...
Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with eve...
My eyes were glued on lifeand they were full of tears.