Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.
Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.
Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.
I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.
Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears...
They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.
What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? what's earth? All in the mind.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
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.
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