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...
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.
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...
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.
He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.
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...
Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.
You're a Genius all the time
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.
And the stars were icicles of mockery
Nothing ever happened - Not even this
Love is bitter, death is sweet.
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.
I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut
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...
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...
Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of...
Pretty girls make graves
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'm the golden eternity in mortal animate form.