Jack
sticks addict
stick at it like a benni addict
tanks beat-generation hippo
And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
desolation
Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.
dog humility mad
Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
home writing native-language
Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.
faults matter blame
The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault,
hate pride soul
All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love, really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride, or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.
fate psychosis violence
He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence
travel successful matter
No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
forever ecstasy blessedness
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
feet mountain quiet
It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.
wine missing drink
Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!
honesty lasts catching
And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.
moving fall angel
And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, wiht a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. - Sal Paradise