Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 12, 1922 Death: October 21, 1969
The beat generation (coined in Playboy).
but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam….
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then..
You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun y….
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..
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall..
It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of….
I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the o….
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in ….
An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a….
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. ….
Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream..
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion..
Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go..
As early pioneers in the knowing, that when you lose your reason, you attain highest perfect knowing..
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling….
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot.
All of life is a foreign country..
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..
No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge.
I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?.