It's all overrated, man. Sex is only a great thing if you're not getting any.
I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
My spoon was bent so that if I wanted to eat I had to pick the spoon up with my right hand. If I picked it up with my left hand, the spoon bent away from my mouth. I wanted to pick the spoon up with my left hand.
Sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.
Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity.
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
I wish to believe
but belief is a
Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.
She slammed the door and
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
I didn't feel
My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
The courage it took to get out of bed each
to face the same things
over and over
Life's as kind as you let it be.
My mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw.
I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.
Some moments are nice, some are
nicer, some are even worth
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
please give your
bodies and your
the young men
I would welcome
you would bring
I wish you
Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it.
Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.
If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it.
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have.
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
The less I needed, the better I felt.
Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
When I say that basically writing is a hard hustle, I don't mean that it is a bad life, if one can get away with it. It's the miracle of miracles to make a living by the typer.
I am a dangerous man when turned loose with a typewriter.
In my work, as a writer, I only photograph, in words, what I see.
I have not worked out my poems with a careful will, falling rather on haphazard and blind formulation of wordage, a more flowing concept, in a hope for a more new and lively path. I do personalize at times, but this only for the grace and elan of the dance.
The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live 10 times longer than if you have 10. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It's truly ridiculous.
Somebody once asked me what my theory of life was, and I said, 'Don't try.' That fits the writing, too. I don't try; I just type.
Never get out of bed before noon.
I kept writing not because I felt I was so good, but because I felt they were so bad, including Shakespeare, all those. The stilted formalism, like chewing cardboard.
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.
Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.
I used to live on one candy bar a day -- it cost a nickel. I always remember the candy bar was called Payday. That was my payday. And that candy bar tasted so good, at night I would take one bite, and it was so beautiful.
I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.
Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.
My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.
I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
The thing that I fear discriminating against is humor and truth.
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
The female loves to play man against man. And if she is in a position to do it, there is not one who will resist.
If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.
We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.
Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.
Writers have to put up with this editor thing; it is ageless and eternal and wrong.
I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions.
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
Humanity, you never had it to begin with.
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.