I know this one pusher walks around humming a tune and everybody he passes takes it up. He is so grey and spectral and anonymous they don’t see him and think it is their own mind humming the tune.
All writing is in fact cut-ups. A collage of words read heard overheard. What else?
Truth is used to vitalize a statement rather than devitalize it. Truth implies more than a simple statement of fact. “I don’t have any whiskey,” may be a fact but it is not a truth.
You were given the power to love in order to use it, no matter what pain it may cause you.
I know that Nature designs that this whole continent, not merely these thirty-six states, shall be, sooner or later, within the magic circle of the American union.
I had not taken a bath in a year nor changed my clothes or removed them except to stick a needle every hour in the fibrous grey wooden flesh of heroin addiction. I did absolutely nothing.
Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can’t mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.
Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.
You need a good bedside manner with doctors or you will get nowhere.
Death was in every sell of his body. He gave off a faint, greenish steam of decay. Lee imagined he would glow in the dark.
NOTHING happens by coincidence.
Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference.
No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.
Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means.
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Kerouac opened a million coffee bars and sold a million pairs of Levis to both sexes. Woodstock rises from his pages.
There couldn’t be a society of people who didn’t dream. They’d be dead in two weeks.
By the flaws in the picture the truth will emerge.
Sexual arousal results from the repetition and impact of image.
Life is a vacation from two eternities, who wants to waste those precious years worrying about what happens when you get back to forever?