Every night I still ask the Lord, Why? and havent heard a decent answer yet
Eager for bread and love.
By the time I went to bed I wasn't taken in by no Princess or no desire for no Princess and nobody's disapproval and I felt glad and slept well.
But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who...
Bein Crazyis the least of my worries.
The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roma...
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
To the children and the innocent it's all the same.
They understand death, they stand there in the church under the skies that have a beginningless past and go into the never-ending future, waiting themselves for death, at the foot of the dead, in a ho...
The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.
The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view
Now you're going East with Sal, Galatea said, and what do you think you're going to accomplish by that? Camille has to stay home and mind the baby now you're gone--how can she keep her job? and she ne...
Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the...
It was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely a...
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.
I never dwelt on the dark farcical furious real life of this roaring working world, wow.
He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.
Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream...
Cos'è quella sensazione che si prova quando ci si allontana in macchina dalle persone e le si vede recedere nella pianura fino a diventare macchioline e disperdersi? È il mondo troppo grande che ci so...