hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

as long as there arehuman beings aboutthere is never going to beany peacefor any individualupon this earth (oranywhere elsethey mightescape to).all you can dois maybe grabten lucky minuteshereor maybe an hourthere.somethingis working toward youright now,...

Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at them, listened to them. this was one of those magic times. I knew...

sometimes it’s hard to knowwhat todo.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose

Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in a simpler way.

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was — with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what — I said, “Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this...

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir

The place trembled with sound. I didn’t need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be careful. Drunk as they were they could immediately detect any false gesture, any false...

I liked to fuck too, but it wasn’t my religion. There were too many ridiculous and tragic things about it. People didn’t seem to know how to handle it. So they made a toy out...

I wasn’t sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren’t fools, they just didn’t fit into the needed machinery of the moment....

there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn’t know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered,...

She could talk. If she was a sphinx she could have talked, if she was a stone she could have talked. I wondered when she’d get tired and leave. Even after I stopped listening it...

I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I’d failed to file my damned income tax. One of the...

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 writing of somemenis like a vast bridgethat carries youoverthe many thingsthat claw and tear.The Wine of Forever

Are there good governments and bad governments? No, there are only bad governments and worse governments.

As a recluse I couldn’t bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

There’s a light somewhere.It may not be much light butit beats the darkness.

as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

nothing’s news.it’s the same old thing indisguise.only one thing comes without adisguise and you only see itonce, ormaybe never.like getting hit by a freighttrain.makes us realize that all ourmoaning about long lost girlsin gingham dressesis...

The secret is writing down one simple line after another.

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can’t climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.

permanent living peace is permanent living death.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we’re told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don’t need me.nor do...

Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Hell, I’d even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year,...

She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

Jag föddes för att kränga rosor på de dödas avenyer

Walking out with the people, I didn’t know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt.

Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

people see so many movies that when they finally see one not so bad as the others, they think it’s great. an Academy Award means that you don’t stink quite as much as your cousin.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

I think I need a drink.”Almost everybody does only they don’t know it.

there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill never be filledandwe...

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

the way to create art is to burn and destroyordinary concepts and to substitute themwith new truths that run down from the top of the headand out of the heart

People just weren’t interesting. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn’t understand it.