Frases de William Seward Burroughs

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“Como dijo un juez a otro: "sé justo, y si no puedes ser justo, sé arbitrario".”

“Durante el período de carencia, el adicto es extremadamente consciente de su entorno. Las impresiones sensitivas se intensifican hasta llegar a convertirse en alucinaciones. Los objetos familiares parecen agitarse con una vida furtiva y temblorosa.”

“Nuestra droga nacional es el alcohol. Tendemos a considerar el uso de cualquier otra droga con especial horror.”

“En general la resistencia está en manos de aventureros que se proponen superar y desplazar a los jefes actuales.”

“Hasta que tengamos un conocimiento más preciso de la electrónica del cerebro, las drogas seguirán siendo una herramienta esencial del interrogador en su ataque a la identidad del sujeto.”

“En su mundo de oscuridad total los ojos y la boca son un órgano que salta hacia delante para morder con dientes transparentes…”

“Desperté de la enfermedad a los cuarenta y cinco años, sereno, cuerdo y en bastante buen estado de salud, a no ser por un hígado algo resentido y ese aspecto de llevar la carne de prestado que tienen todos los que sobreviven a la enfermedad…”

“Mirad, mirad bien el camino de la droga antes de viajar por él y liaros con las malas compañías.”

“Tea heads are not like junkies. A junky hands you the money, takes his junk and cuts. But tea heads don't do things that way. They expect the peddler to light them up and sit around talking for half an hour to sell two dollars' worth of weed. If you come right to the point, they say you are a "bring down."”

“A ghost in daylight on a crowded street.”

“Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? "And here is my good big centipede!" If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race.”

“I am not a person and I am not an animal. There is something I am here for something I must do before I can go.”

“Lola's was not exactly a bar. It was a small beer-and-soda joint. There was a Coca-Cola box full of beer and soda and ice at the left of the door as you came in. A counter with tube-metal stools covered in yellow glazed leather ran down one side of the room as far as the jukebox. Tables were lined along the wall opposite the counter. The stools had long since lost the rubber caps for the legs and made horrible screeching noises when the maid pushed them around to sweep. There was a kitchen in back, where a slovenly cook fried everything in rancid fat. There was neither a past nor future in Lola's. The place was a waiting room, where certain people checked in a certain times.”

“The broken image of Man moves in minute by minute and cell by cell…. Poverty, hatred, war, police-criminals, bureaucracy, insanity, all symptoms of The Human Virus. 'The Human Virus can now be isolated and treated.”

“Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”

“Peoples of the earth, you have all been poisoned.' Convert all available stocks of morphine to apomorphine. Chemists, work round the clock on variation and synthesis of the apomorphine formulae.”

“At all levels the drug trade operates without without schedule. Nobody delivers on time except by accident. The addict runs on junk time. His body is his clock, and junk runs through it like an hour-glass. Time has meaning for him only with reference to his need. Then he make his abrupt intrusion into the time of others, and, like all Outsiders, all Petitioners, he must wait, unless he happens to mesh with non-junk time.”

“Junk short-circuits sex. The drive to non-sexual sociability comes from the same place sex comes from, so when I have an H or M shooting habit I am non-sociable. If someone wants to talk, O. K. But there is no drive to get acquainted. When I come off the junk, I often run through a period of uncontrolled sociability and talk to anyone who will listen.”

“I saw the Colonel empty his revolver and go down under ten wild boys. A moment later they tossed his bleeding head into the air and started a ball game. Just at dusk the wild boys got up and padded away. They left the bodies stripped to the skin many with genitals cut off. The wild boys make little testicles in which they carry their hasish and khat.”

“Any imposition of government censorship on the media is a step in the direction of State control, a step which big money is most reluctant to take.”

“The rudeness of many Americans depressed him, a rudeness based on a solid ignorance of the whole concept of manners, and on the proposition that for social purposes, all people are more or less equal and interchangeable.”

“Every time I hit Panama, the place is exactly one month, two months, six months more nowhere, like the progress of a degenerative illness. A shift from arithmetic to geometric progressive seems to have occurred. Something ugly and ignoble and subhuman is cooking in this mongrel town of pimps and whores and recessive genes, this degraded leech on the Canal.”

“In the fields workers are planting maize seeds under the direction of an overseer with staff and headdress. Close-up of a worker’s face. Whatever it is that makes a man a man, all feeling and all soul has gone out in that face. Nothing is left but body needs and body pleasures. I have seen faces like that in the back wards of state hospitals for the insane. Faces that live to eat, shit and masturbate.”

“Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference. They would like to jump down into their stomachs and digest the food and shovel the shit out.”

“No job too dirty for a fucking scientist.”

“Peoples of the earth, you have all been poisoned.”

“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”