stick at it like a benni addict

Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.