The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.
We could plan a murder, or start a religion...
People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
Take it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!
Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it’s usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
I am the Lizard King, I can do anything!
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.
Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality.
I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
The kind of people who can assemble huge crowds into one spot will be the major influences on mass culture in the next decade. The rock enthusiasts have created some of the most exciting theatrical events on the planet.
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down.
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we are stoned. Immaculate.
Death Makes Angels of us all.
Twentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they’re emotionally dead.