Quotes About Spontaneity

In the world of mules there are no rules.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

I think that one can have luck if one tries to create an atmosphere of spontaneity.

Life is a very sad piece of buffoonery, because we have ... the need to fool ourselves continuously by the spontaneous creation of a reality ... which, from time to time, reveals itself to be vain and illusory.

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

I don't think about risks much. I just do what I want to do. If you gotta go, you gotta go.

Sometimes "the fool who rushes in" gets the job done.

Children have neither a past nor a future. Thus they enjoy the present, which seldom happens to us.

I live now and only now, and I will do what I want to do this moment and not what I decided was best for me yesterday.

It just wouldn't be a picnic without the ants.

Life is mostly freehand.

I don't plan anything any more. I just live my life.

Well...yeah. It just goes to show. (Peabody) Show what (Dallas) You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you're dead. (Peabody)

Mira got to her feet. "People who expect perfection in a mate miss a lot of fun—and sweetness.

You want to poof it or ride back with me?

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.

Let's go, Evelyn.

Life's too short to be a grown-up all the time

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don't hold back, don't analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures ...

Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'... But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.' There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!