Hemingway said: 'It don't come anymore.' So where did it go?

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

I'm an old-fashioned person, and I don't like informers.

A consumer society is about simplfying and degrading the consumer as well as the product.

To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. ... Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life.

Like many nonconformist and beat generation writers, William S. Burroughs takes the outcasts of society as his theme.

I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving, as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.