The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it, basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so f***ing loud you can’t think.
You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I’ll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
I was given the job of milking the cows, finally, and it got me up earlier than anybody. But it was kind of nice, pulling at those cows’ tits.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.