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We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.
They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light
The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.
Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.
The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
As early pioneers in the knowing, that when you lose your reason, you attain highest perfect knowing.
I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.
Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.
The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.
my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.
Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?
Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.
Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was
I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
Symbolism is alright in 'fiction,' but I tell true life stories simply about what happened to people I knew.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.
Notoriety and public confession in the literary form is a frazzler of the heart you were born with, believe me.
Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy
Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.
Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?
...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.
And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.
The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".
I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, buy that boy.
I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.