cliches are truisms and all truisms are true
Details are the Life of Prose.
Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.
You don't realize what a strain it is on the nerves to write or think-of-writing all day long, and to sleep full of nervous dreams, and to wake up not knowing who one is: this all stems from anxiety about finishing the book, about time 'growing short', etc., and the perpetual strain of invention.
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.
I wished I could explain it to those I loved, my mother, to Japhy, but there just weren't any words to describe the nothingness and purity of it. "Is there a certain and definite teaching to be given to all living creatures?" was the question probably asked to beetle browed snowy Dipankara, and his answer was the roaring silence of the diamond.
Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
But yet, but yet, woe, woe unto those who think that the Beat Generation means crime, delinquency, immorality, amorality ... woe unto those who attack it on the grounds that they simply don't understand history and the yearning of human souls ... woe in fact unto those who make evil movies about the Beat Generation where innocent housewives are raped by beatniks! ... woe unto those who spit on the Beat Generation, the wind'll blow it back.
I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.
I felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a different person — I’ve often thought of this since childhood of suppose instead of going up Columbus as I usually did I’d turn into Filbert would something happen that at the time is insignificant enough but would be like enough to influence my whole life in the end? — What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?
February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.
I like it because its ugly
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.
Down in Denver, all I did was die.
It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
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