Quotes About Energy

Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy...

Hello? You tracking at all? Or were you planning on sleeping through this round. The lids on that red stare lifted. I'm not sleeping. Meditating. Whatever. I wasn't meditating. Fine. Psychically manipulating energy fields—— You make me dizzy when you pace. It's vertigo diversion.

and Billy rolled in. "Thought you might like some wake-up." Bingo

As she hung up on her end, she actually fanned herself with her hand, something she'd assumed people only did in TV commercials and bad sitcoms. And then she couldn't hold it in. Bursting up from her workstation, she ran around her house like a crazy person, making a bizarre kind of eeeee noise as she completed the circuit back to her desk. At which point there might have been some pirouetting.

Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.

He wasn't drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked - crowds of people milling.

If you can't boogie I know I'll show you how.

Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?--

What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave…

Some people have vibrations that come straight from the vibrating heart of the sun, unjaded...

Il pouvait à peine placer un mot tellement ça l'excitait de vivre.

That same night I dug Lampshade on Fillmore and Geary. Lampshade is a big colored guy who comes into musical Frisco saloons with coat, hat, and scarf and jumps on the bandstand and starts singing; the veins pop in his forehead; he heaves back and blows a big foghorn blues out of every muscle in his soul.

He wasn't drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked—crowds of people milling.

Roy Johnson is a thin, dark, handsome kid with a pin-sharp face and combed hair that he keeps shoving back from the sides of his head. He had an extremely earnest approach and a big smile.

There was excitement and the air was filled with the vibration of really joyous life that knows nothing of disappointment and "white sorrows" and all that

I did everything with that great mad joy you get when you return to New York City.

And a kind of holy lightning I saw flashing from his excitement and his visions, which he described so torrentially

Ah back – Ah forth— Ah shish – Boom, away, doom, a day – Vein we— firm – The sea is We Parle, parle, boom the earth –Aree –Shaw, Sho, Shoosh, flut, ravad, tapavada pow, coof, loof, roof, — No, no, no, no, no, no— Oh ya, ya, ya, yo, yair— Shhh— ('SEA' Sounds of the Pacific Ocean at Big Sur)

Taxi crabs & murdercycles

Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet." - Jack London

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze than it be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.