Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 12, 1922 Death: October 21, 1969
and the stars were icicles of mockery.
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time..
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 we….
Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do..
I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever..
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind..
Walking on water wasn't built in a day..
It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy..
I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be..
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind..
my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom..
And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more"..
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night..
i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their he….
She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, sta….
It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't bel….
If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable l….
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race..
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved..
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future..
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….