Junk takes everything and gives nothing but insurance against junk sickness.
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.
You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.
Is Control controlled by its need to control? Answer: yes.
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.
Everything Jack says is to be taken with considerable reserve.
Human, Allen, is an adjective, and its use as a noun is in itself regrettable.
People have nothing to say, but they are afraid of saying nothing, so what they do say comes out flat and vapid and meaningless. The shadow of death is on every face.
The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.
O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time...
A phenomenon must be to some extent comprehensible to be perceived at all.
I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving, as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.
The American uppermiddle-class citizen is a composite of negatives. He is largely delineated by what he is not. – pg. 41.