We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...
When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.
Take it easy baby, take it as it comes - specialize in having fun!
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act...
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.
Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it
How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.
I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.
There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.
Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.
Each day is a drive through history.
All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
People are strange when you're a stranger.
Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .
Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.
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