I Know Too Much And Not Enough

Tell Your Secrets. [in Reply To The Question "how Does One Become A Prophet?"]

An Unnoticed Corner Of The World Suddenly Becomes Noticed, And When You Notice Something Clearly And See It Vividly, It Becomes Sacred. (on Robert Frank's Photography)

I Have A New Method Of Poetry. All You Got To Do Is Look Over Your Notebooks... Or Lay Down On A Couch, And Think Of Anything That Comes Into Your Head, Especially The Miseries. Then Arrange In Lines Of Two, Three Or Four Words Each, Don't Bother About Sentences, In Sections Of Two, Three Or Four Lines Each.

I Don’t Think There’s Any Problem With Advancing Consciousness And Becoming More And More Aware Of The Struggle, Not With The World, Not To Convince Other People To Do Anything. The Really Interesting Think Is The Struggle With The Self, And The Relation With The Self, And There Is No End To The Improvement That Can Be Done There, The Discoveries That Can Be Made.

I Think It Was When I Ran Into Kerouac And Burroughs - When I Was 17 - That I Realized I Was Talking Through An Empty Skull... I Wasn't Thinking My Own Thoughts Or Saying My Own Thoughts.