For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so… — 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 . . .… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Life is a vacation from two eternities, who wants to waste those precious years worrying about what happens when you get back… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
It is indeed difficult to make a living as a writer, and my advice to anyone contemplating a literary career is to… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
he asked if i wouldn't like to live completely without problems, say in greece maybe, nice climate, everything provided? i say: "when… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
It is thought that the virus is a degeneration from a more complex life form. It may at one time have been… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
The nonconformist here may be "beat down" by life but still has a beauty in his or her longing for freedom and… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Nobody's busting into YOUR apartment at three in the morning, are they? Well, then don't worry about what they're doing in South… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“For the last four years of her life, Mother was in a nursing home called Chateins in St. Louis ... [S]ix months… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
If you weren't surprised by your life you wouldn't be alive. Life is surprise. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.” — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Junk is not, like alcohol or weed, a means to increased enjoyment of life. Junk is not a kick. It is a… — 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
