Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate.
Il mondo mi deve un paio di cose.
I'd rather be thin than famousbut I'm fatpaste that in your broadway show
He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.
And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are happy, O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full o...
It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.
I wasn't scare, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
But there's no joy at all, people say Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's c...
Most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.
They put spotlights on me standing there in the road in jeans and workclothes, with the big woeful rucksack a-back, and asked:-Where are you going? which is precisely what they asked me a year later u...
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like gol...
The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Let me sing the beauty of my Maggie. Legs:--the knees attached to the thighs, knees shiny, thighs like milk. Arms:--the levers of my content, the serpents of my joy. Back:--the sight of that in a stra...
It starts raining harder, I've got a long way to go walking and pushing that sore leg right along in the gathering rain, no chance no intention whatever of hailing a cab, the whiskey and the Morphine...
I wonder why our life must quiver between beauty and guilt, consummation and sadness, desire and regret, immortality and tattered moments unknowable, truth and beautiful meaningful lies.
But the mountains were mighty solemn, and so was Japhy, and for that matter so was I, and in fact laugher is solemn.
the road is life
And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.