Quotes about Spontaneity

I don't say very much I don't really think through. I know that sounds inconsistent with Joe Biden.

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....

And then we'll all go off to sweet life, 'cause now is the time and we all know time!

The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.

I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it.

I've got my full rucksack pack and it's spring, I'm going to go Southwest to the dry land, to the long lone land of Texas and Chihuahua and the gay streets of Mexico night, music coming out of doors, girls, wine, weed, wild hats, viva! What does it matter? Like the ants that have nothing to do but dig all day, I have nothing to do but what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light.

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.

Everything was everlastingly loose and responsive, it was all everywhere beyond the truth, beyond emptyspace blue.

With the coming of Dean Moriarity began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.

Actually we were; the car was swaying as Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank tranced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

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

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