Because I am Beat, I believe in Beatitude and that God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son to it.
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Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
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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...
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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 on...
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The Grim Reaper isn't grim at all; he's a life-saver. He isn't grim because he isn't anything. . . . he is nothing. And nothing is a hell of a lot bet...
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A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
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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 d...
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It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level...
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He had a third martini. He looked at me intently and took hold of my arm. 'Look', he said. 'You're a fish in a pond. It's drying up. You have to mutat...
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...Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim 'Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing'...Page 100.
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Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.
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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 ...
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And what do I think about? What thoughts do I have! - What thoughts! a whole host, multitude, and world of thoughts, I keep devising new ones and rewo...
