Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 12, 1922 Death: October 21, 1969
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road..
Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk..
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief th….
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight..
I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done..
And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretendi….
For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me..
Once there was Louis Armstrong blowing his beautiful top in the muds of New Orleans; before him the mad musicians who had paraded on official days an….
Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift. . . . The net result of Naked Lunch will be to make people shudder at their own lies….
...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move..
God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness ….
Down in Denver, all I did was die..
To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short..
It is possible for the human spirit to win after all..
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contrac….
I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing..
And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for ….
No time for poetry but exactly what is..
Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone..