This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.
I’d rather be thin than famous but I’m fat paste that in your broadway show.
Nothing ever happened – Not even this.
Life is life, and kind is kind.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods – as long as you don’t get mad they’ll bite you – but stay mad and you’ll never be bitten. Dogs don’t respect humility and sorrow.
And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.
You can’t teach the old maestro a new tune.
Down in Denver, all I did was die.
They build their own Hells.
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.
They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there – and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see.
His friends said, “Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?” and Bull said, “I like it because it’s ugly.” All his life was in that line.