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It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.
My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.
We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.
This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.
I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.
Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
...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.
fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt
I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.
I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.
For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it's that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.
I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.
No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.
I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?
When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.
don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.
And there in the blue air I saw for the first time, far off, the great snowy tops of the Rocky Mountains. I had to get to Denver at once.
all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.
I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.
I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.
The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.
Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.
Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.
His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line.
He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence
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.
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 all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
Oftentimes an originator of new language forms is called 'pretentious' by jealous talents. But it ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.
How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.
What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.
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.
You aren't ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it--don't plan anything, just go out and do it.
Whenever spring comes to New York I can't stand the suggestion of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I've got to go. So I went.
The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.