One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
The only truth is music.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
My witness is the empty sky.
It all ends in tears anyway.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...
My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.
What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?
Beautiful insane in the rain
I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.
Houses are full of things that gather dust
And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.
On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.
I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.
Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.
So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.
Something good will come of all things yet
They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again....
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.
Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.
A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth
Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH...
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
We agreed to love each other madly.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.
The road is life
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all.
They build their own Hells.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.
It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line.
There are worse things than being mad.
Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
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.
Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
The beauty of things must be that they end.
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.
Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.
Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
...we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.
Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??
When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.
Pretty girls make graves
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.
You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday
Love is all.
What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.
I wished I was on the same bus as her. A pain stabbed my heart as it did everytime I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world of ours.
The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
And don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
The road must eventually lead to the whole world.
