As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

I'd rather be thin than famous but I'm fat paste that in your broadway show

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view

It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.

My father and my mother and my sister and I have always voted Republican, always.

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

I am always thinking 'What am I doing here? Is this the way I am supposed to feel?'

There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.

The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

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