Scientist alone is true poet.
Affection is the most important thing. And the quality of affection – with your friends, your lovers, your family. But particularly for your own generation.
Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.
The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter.
Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.
War is good business; invest your son.
Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!
What if someone gave a war and nobody came?
Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
A naked lunch is natural to us We eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don’t hide the madness.
Inside skull vast as outside skull.
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! – and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
This is the one and only firmament; therefore it is the absolute world. There is no other world. The circle is complete. I am living in Eternity. The ways of this world are the ways of Heaven.
The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene.