In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.
Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.
The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.
It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate’s so easy compared.
Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.
On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.
My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you’re not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you’re not interested or even involved.
The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that’s no Harvard lie.
Avoid the world, it’s just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.