“I don't think anyone could write a completely honest autobiography. I am sure no one could bear to read it: My Past… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
The dark Gods of pain are surfacing from the immemorial filth of time. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time... and you can't see it if… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“I was standing outside myself trying to stop those hangings with ghost fingers... I am a ghost wanting what every ghost wants-a… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
It's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
You see, should I stand in front of a landscape and paint it, I'm completely ignoring the factor of time. While I… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Like many people who have nothing to do, he was very resentful of any claims on his time.” — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
If, after spending time with a person, you feel as though you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that person in the… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I wasn't exposed to art as I was growing up, and can't recall the first time I saw a work of art.… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I do spend a great deal of time alone. I'm not very gregarious. I don't like parties and miscellaneous gatherings with no… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Danger is a very rare commodity in these times, monopolized by intelligence agencies and stuntmen. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I started to write in about 1950; I was thirty-five at the time; there didn't seem to be any strong motivation. I… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don't mean sexually. I mean in connection with… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
There is only one thing a writer can write about: what is in front of his senses at the moment of writing...… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I've listened to and know Allen Ginsberg music and met him a couple of times, but I don't have any strong statements… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“In the City Market is the Meet Café. Followers of obsolete, unthinkable trades doodling in Etruscan, addicts of drugs not yet synthesized,… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
A junky runs on junk time. When the junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do… — 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
