If a man can beat you, walk him.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

The atmosphere felt unexpectedly intense and the music was frantic. The beat made it both difficult to think straight and pleasant to move – like swimming almost.

Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed to inspire me: Yardscrabble, Big Log, Upper, Middle and Lower Pigsty, Chicken Scratch, Cooterville, Felchville, Dust Rag, Dough Bag, Uranus Ridge, Big Bottom, Hooter Holler, Quickskillet, Buck Wallow, Possum Strut … We always...

It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Kyo: Of course, I’ll beat YOU, too!Yuki: Don’t you ever get tired of saying that?Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It’s my goal in life!Yuki: It’s so unfair that I keep having to take abuse just because you can’t meet your goals.Kyo: THAT CONDESCENDING ATTITUDE OF YOURS REALLY PISSES ME OFF!Yuki: And that revolting thought...

Why does that kid think so highly of himself?””Kids that think they’re so smart.They’re everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!””Yes…I really do think highly of myself.People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs of life! Sorry I’m so envious.I will reflect upon this. Please don’t be angry.”Ah..um..””There, I said it now. Are you...

The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.

I’ll beat him so bad he’ll need a shoehorn to put his hat on.

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

He said he loves her more because she makes him smile. Fine! I’ll give him the Glasgow smile. Beat that, bitch!

Lovers are the coolest their hearts beat the best & they kiss magic as hell

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could feel the sweetest pleasure of your lips on mine… As we embrace in our dream, I’ll dance your quiet loving...

It was a vision of the one thing that we both hoped someday would be…the warmth of our bodies next to each other’s, reflected in sunset of our secret place… We longed for it to be like this, each and every evening… Dancing in the night, playing hide-and-seek in the day, the beauty of our...

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

I have found a way to beat myselfI win by losing, something like thatI’m told that I’m stupidSo ok, I’ll be stupidIf I can’t register the painThen it’s not thereI’m not so stupid after allI’ll show them

All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was experiencing with a good big mainline shot of M. and advertising executives in NY were experiencing with...

A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

You can’t beat somebody with nobody.

Science can make a heart beat with ventilator, but there is only one power that makes it live, that is LOVE which is the purest form of FAITH.

And then there’s the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can’t touch, or at lips that don’t smile at me. Or hips that don’t reach for me. And hearts that don’t beat for me.

I have relentlessly beat the drum for Google’s ‘two-step’ authentication systems for Gmail and other services, which radically reduce the likelihood that your account can be hacked from afar.

I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full;

That’s the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

A poet is a blind optimist.The world is against him formany reasons. But thepoet persists. He believesthat he is on the right track,no matter what any of his fellow men say. In hiseternal search for truth, thepoet is alone.He tries to be timeless in a society built on time.

Excellence is to keep beating your own standards every day. If you don’t have a standard for yourself, you have no records to beat; and if you don’t have any record to beat, you can’t excel. What is your current standard?

I’ve never listened to an album once I’ve finished it. All I hear is what I should’ve done different. I beat myself up over it.

Don’t play to beat someone, play to win.

If you do something that you’re proud of, that someone else understands, that is a thing of beauty that wasn’t there before – you can’t beat that.

Little beat big When Little smart. First with the head, then with the heart.

They’ve got to deliver twenty-six episodes a season and they’re not going to beat their heads up against a wall if they feel something didn’t, like, pan out the way they had hoped.

I’d learned myself by the age of sixteen that just as girls guarded their virginity, boys guarded something less tangible which they called Themselves.

The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.

Reagan did not wait out the Soviets; he beat them.

The problem with the 11:11 Phenomenon is getting anybody interested in it that hasn’t experienced it themselves. Other phenomena, such as U.F.Os or crop circles, are able to be seen. We can debate them. But seeing and being guided by 11:11 is hard to convey to those uninitiated in its ways.

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 only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not...

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction

Sammy and I got together and it was like we hadn’t missed a beat.

The stubbornness I had as a child has been transmitted into perseverance. I can let go but I don’t give up. I don’t beat myself up about negative things.

See it was like this when we waltz into this place.A couple of papish cats is doing an Aztec two-stepAnd I says Dad let’s cutbut then this dame comes up behind me see and says you and me could really existWow I says Only the next day she has bad teeth and really hates poetry.

My most memorable moment came in 1985 as we beat the Boston Celtics.

There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.

Poetry is alive because it is a medium of vision and experience. It is not necessarily comfortable.It is not necessarily safe.

…love is by definition freeand if he choose to gowhen I would have him stayperhaps I’ll die a bitbut I’d rather sothan taste his absent minded kissand lie uneasy in a masked embrace

A true friend doesn’t have guts; they beat you up and later plead with you to beat them back.

If you ever look sideways at another man or attempt to refuse me I shall beat you. Got it?