The taste of rain – Why kneel?
I’ll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I’ll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I’ll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part of the movie, let’s hear yours.
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can’t fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
Believe in the holy contour of life.
The road must eventually lead to the whole world.
Something that you feel will find its own form.
My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women’s feet and asked for forgiveness.
Dean’s California – wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now – girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
Some’s bastards, some’s ain’t. That’s the score.
Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything.
A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.
In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.
My life is a vast inconsequential epic.
Walking on water wasn’t built in a day.
Don’t think of words when you stop but to see the picture better.
They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.