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41 " I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision. "
― Allen Ginsberg , The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952
42 " Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! "
― Allen Ginsberg , Howl and Other Poems
43 " I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd. "
44 " What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons? "
45 " Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns? "
― Allen Ginsberg , Howl, Kaddish and Other Poems
46 " My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves. "
47 " Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness. "
48 " Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! "
49 " What if someone gave a war and Nobody came? "
― Allen Ginsberg , The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971
50 " Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise? "
51 " Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul! "
52 " The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open. "
53 " I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator. "
54 " The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene "
55 " Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then! "
56 " All these books are published in Heaven. "
57 " You too must seek the sun... "
58 " The universe is mad, slightly mad. "
― Allen Ginsberg , Reality Sandwiches
59 " He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually. "
60 " who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism "
― Allen Ginsberg , Collected Poems, 1947-1980