My relationship with cats has saved me from a deadly and pervasive ignorance. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
My relationships with my cats has saved me from a deadly, pervasive ignorance. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Cats didn't start as mousers. Weasels and snakes and dogs are more efficient as rodent-control agents. I postulate that cats started as… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I prefer cats to people, for the most part. Most people aren't cute at all, and if they are cute they very… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I prefer cats to people, for the most part. Most people aren't cute, & if they are cute they rapidly outgrow it — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience - any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict.… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“There is a kidney-shaped fish pool outside the picture window. I cleaned it out and put in some large goldfish I bought… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
And there are my cats, engaged in a ritual that goes back thousands of years, tranquilly licking themselves after the meal. Practical… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.” — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“May 4, 1985. I am packing for a short trip to New York to discuss the cat book with Brion. In the… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Control never be a means to any practical end. It can never be a means to anything but more control… Like punk.” — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Well as, one judge said to the other, 'Be just and if you can't be just be arbitrary.' Regret cannot observe customary obscenities.” — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.' — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years.… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Life is a cutup. And to pretend that you write or paint in a timeless vacuum is just simply . . . not .… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience - any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict. Only thing… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“For John Dillinger In hope he is still alive Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1986 In hope he is still alive Thanks for the wild… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig,… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
You need a good bedside manner with doctors or you will get nowhere. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
