Quotes About Freedom

Yesterday I got a call from the outside world but I said no in thunder. I was a dog on a short chain and now there's no chain.

Why shouldn't this happen? I have to rid myself of this last land mine, the unlived life.

He's quite a thinker. I stood up and started to take off my clothes. He got down on the floor. We really went to town all evening and I sent him home before midnight.

Drifting out of the black sky, it was a far-carrying and haunting cry. The first hairy man who heard that sound had tilted his head to search out its source, and it has touched a sensitive chord in human beings ever since. It was the voice of freedom unlimited, the incarnation of nature itself, the sound and song of fond dreams: the cry of the northbound wild geese.

It seemed that, right here, he had most of the things he'd ever wanted: a horse, a dog, a comfortable camp, and freedom to do work he liked. He wouldn't ask for another thing.

Yet aside from the Angie distraction, it was starting to feel like the summers before it, with long, anonymous, and forgettable, but nearly perfect days away from stuffy classrooms, sloppy joes...

What has been touted by government officials as a means to protect us has slowly been transformed into a surveillance state being used to protect the government and the people who control it from any public rebellion.

Portability is for canoes.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade for a role, you give up your ability to feel and in exchange put up a mask

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide Surrender to the waiting worlds That lap against our side.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.

She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

The grand highway is crowded with lovers and searchers and leavers so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness

I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.

the west the best ...

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

You're all a bunch of fucking slaves.

Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left the chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shiny skin Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin

taking long rides on his bike

He was part of this river of cars, aiding its sluggish tide and in turn aided by it. Without losing his identity, free to turn out of the tide when he chose, he still belonged to something.