Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass.
I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.
Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, fightened flesh.
Who was I? The stranger was footsteps in the snow a long time ago.
The dark Gods of pain are surfacing from the immemorial filth of time...
I think anybody incapable of changing his mind is crazy.
Thanks for the American dream, to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through. Thanks for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind their own business.
In homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. In heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling.
We are setting out to create new worlds, new beings, new modes of consciousness.
Junk takes everything and gives nothing but insurance against junk sickness.
I do spend a great deal of time alone. I’m not very gregarious. I don’t like parties and miscellaneous gatherings with no particular purpose. I think parties are largely a mistake. The bigger they are the more mistaken they are.
The simplest questions are the most difficult.
Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand.
The purpose of my writing is to expose and arrest Nova Criminals.
In Mexico your wishes have a dream power. When you want to see someone, he turns up.
My characters are quite as real to me as so-called real people; which is one reason why I’m not subject to what is known as loneliness. I have plenty of company.
If the soft machine works, don’t fix it. If it works, don’t fix it.
Hemingway said: ‘It don’t come anymore.’ So where did it go?
Like pregnant women lose their teeth feeding the stranger, junkies lose their yellow fangs feeding the monkey.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it you cannot complain.