22 quotes found
“There's always new stuff, that's for sure.”
“Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?”
“It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was.”
“I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it.”
“Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.”
“I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth”
“We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was i...”
“It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).”
“...the law of empathy, by which he could, by his will, transfer himself into an object or a work of art, and thus inflence the outer world. He did not feel redeemed by the work he did. He did not s...”
“In the war of magic and religion, is magic ultimately the victor? Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.”
“He wasn't supposed to die,' he cried out, somewhat desperately, petulantly, like a spoiled child. But I could hear other thoughts racing between us.Neither are you.Neither am I.”
“We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.”
“Why can't I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.”
“I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one”
“He wrote me a note to say we would create art together and we would make it, with or without the rest of the world.”
“I had no concept of what life at the Chelsea Hotel would be like when we checked in, but I soon realized it was a tremendous stroke of luck to end up there. We could have had a fair-seized railroad...”
“Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.”
“I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I cant see today. Patti, I dont know anything.”
“I paced while he slept, ricocheting like a dove skidding the lonely confines of a Joseph Cornell box.”
“William Burroughs was simultaneously old and young. Part sheriff, part gumshoe. All writer. He had a medicine chest he kept locked, but if you were in pain he would open it. He did not like to see ...”
“Observing people taking in the work I had watched Robert create was an emotional experience. It had left our private world. It was what I had always wanted for him, but I felt a slight pang of poss...”
