“You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.”

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Pretty girls make graves.

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

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.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

You aren’t ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it–don’t plan anything, just go out and do it.

Expect no reward when you serve the wicked, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pain

We all use the future to escape the present.

Escapism is survival to me.

In serving the wicked, expect no reward, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pains.

It is wrong and immoral to seek to escape the consequences of one’s acts.

The true focus of revolutionary change is never merely the oppressive situations that we seek to escape, but that piece of the oppressor which is planted deep within each of us.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.