Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
It’s only through form that we can realize emptiness.
There are worse things than being mad.
Who doesn’t feel studious when he doesn’t have a girl with a Riviera suntan?
The unspeakable visions of the individual.
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.
We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.
To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.
Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can’t fall off a mountain.
We are nothing. – Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. – You and me.
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
Pretty girls make graves.
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.
I don’t want to hear all your word descriptions of words, words, words you made up all winter, man. I want to be enlightened by actions.
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.
So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.
They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim...
February dawn – frost on the path Where I paced all winter.