They build their own Hells.
Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that cramp they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume.
The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, buy that boy.
If you own a rug you own too much.
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead.
don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.
Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved.
There are worse things than being mad.
My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.
Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
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