Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.
WILLIAM S. BURROUGHSIf all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.
More William S. Burroughs Quotes
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You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.
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What a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. Hopeless rubbish.
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Home is where your ass is and if you want to move you move your ass the first step is learning to change homes with someone else and have someone else’s ass.
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After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say ‘I want to see the manager.’
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There are no innocent bystanders.
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When you cut into the present the future leaks out.
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He who has learned to do nothing with his whole mind and body will have everything done for him.
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After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn’t do it.
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Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.
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In the U.S., you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.
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No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.
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The face of evil is always the face of total need.
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As soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape.
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There is no line between the ‘real world’ and ‘world of myth and symbol.’ Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucination.
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I bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. Whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink.
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