The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions. Notice what you notice. Observe what's vivid. Catch yourself thinking. Vividness is self-selecting. And remember the future.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.

My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.