I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.
I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.
Cats yawn because they realize that there’s nothing to do.
I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.
There’s wisdom in wine.
Absolutely no way to escape enigmans.
I’d also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.
The only alternative to sleeping out, hopping freights, and doing what I wanted, I saw in a vision would be to just sit with a hundred other patients in front of a nice television set in a madhouse, where we could be “supervised.”
The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, buy that boy.
Accept loss forever. Be submissive to everything, open, listening. No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge. Be in love with your life.
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
No matter how you travel, how ‘successful’ your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.
And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness as an incubator for the wonders being born.
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.
Eager for bread and love.
Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.
You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.
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.