I started to cry. And I looked up and saw the bleak pines by the bleak mills of Roanoke Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing left to do but leave the earth forever.
Be in love with everything .
I was getting drunk and didn’t care; everything was fine.
A peaceful sorrow at home is the best I’ll ever be able to offer the world, in the end, and so I told my desolation angels goodbye. A new life for me.
The world was upsidedown hanging in an ocean of endless space and here were all these people sitting in theatres watching movies.
On the wall hung a picture of an ugly old Cape Cod house. His friends said, ‘Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?’ and Bull said, ‘I like it because it’s ugly.
Soon I’ll find the right words, they’ll be very simple.
I told you it was kicks. Everybody’s kicks, man!
Sometimes I’d yell questions at the rocks and trees, and across gorges, or yodel – “What is the meaning of the void?” The answer was perfect silence, so I knew.
If you keep this up you’ll both go crazy, but let me know what happens as you go along.
And for the first time in my life, the following afternoon, I went into the West.
You have to believe in life before you can accomplish anything.
Es que el mundo que nos rodea es demasiado grande, y es el adios. Pero nos lanzamos hacia adelante en busca de la proxima aventura disparatada bajo los cielos.
I made love to her in the sweetness of the weary morning. Then, two tired angels of some kind, hung-up forlornly in an LA shelf, having found the closest and most delicious thing in life together, we fell asleep and slept till late afternoon.
Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of ‘happy nuts,’ There’s a tightening around the head that hurts, there’s a terror of the mind that hurts even more, they’re so unhappy and especially because they can’t explain it to anybody.
All over America highschool and college kids thinking ‘Jack Duluoz is 26 years old and on the road all the time hitch hiking’ while there I am almost 40 years old, bored and jaded.
He sure is a crazy one,” she said. “Sure reminds me of my husband that run away. Just exactly the same guy. I sure hope my Mickey don’t grow up that way, they all do now.
People change, they eat meals year after year and change with every meal.
It was probably the pivotal point of our friendship when he realized I had actually spent some hours thinking about him and his troubles, and he was trying to place that in his tremendously involved and tormented mental categories. Something clicked in both of us.
She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.