If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.
- Sal, we gotta go and never stop going'till we get there.
- Where we going, man?
- I don't know but we gotta go.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.