Quotes About Freedom

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

Everything you own must be able to fit inside one suitcase; then your mind might be free.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

I wish I were driving a blue 1952 Buick or a dark blue 1942 Buick or a blue 1932 Buick over a cliff of hell and into the sea.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

I run with the hunted.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

Do some living and get yourself a typewriter.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.

When I get out, I thought, I am going to wait a while and then I am going to come back to this place, I am going to look at it from the outside and know exactly what's going on in there, and I'm going to stare at those walls and I'm going to make up my mind never to get on the inside of them again.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game - it was corpse fucking corpse.

That's how they hooked you—they gave you just enough to keep alive but they never gave you enough so you could finally escape.

for me obedience to another is the decay of self

for me obedience to another is the decay of self. for though every being is similar each being is different and to herd our differences under one law degrades each self.

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do? Catch butterflies

Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.

All of which is to say, I didn't pay a hell of a lot of attention to grammar, and when I write it is for the love of the word, the color, like tossing paint on a canvas, and using a lot of ear and having read a bit here and there, I generally come out ok, but technically I don't know what's happening, nor do I care.

you've got to know when to let a woman go if you want to keep her,and if you don't want to keep her you let her go anyhow so it's always a process of letting go, one way or the other.

What were doctors, lawyers, scientists? They were just men who allowed themselves to be deprived of their freedom to think and act as individuals.

and beware those who only take instructions from their God for they have failed completely to live their own lives.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel goo, very good, when you are near or with them.