My witness is the empty sky.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
There's wisdom in wine.
my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH.
and the stars were icicles of mockery
You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.
In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.
But on top of all that, the feelings about Princess, I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. "Pretty girls make graves," was my saying, whenever I'd had to turn my head around involuntarily to stare at the incomparable pretties of Indian Mexico.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.
I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach.
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
The secret of this kind of climbing, is like Zen. Don't think. Just dance along. It's the easiest thing in the world, actually easier than walking on flat ground which is monotonous. The cute little problems present themselves at each step and yet you don't hesitate and you find yourself on some other boulder you picked out for no special reason at all, just like zen.~ Japhy
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.
ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you
Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?
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