Beatnik

Whenever I was asked what I wanted my first impulse was to answer "Nothing." The thought went through my mind that it didn't make any difference, that nothing was going to make me happy.

“I saw clearly that so long as I was still a human being and not nothingness, I was alive and so could suffer, be angry and feel shame at my actions.”

“I am told that I am vague and confused, and if I am vague and confused now, what shall I be later on?”

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have.

Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.

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