126 Quotes by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day.

Don’t Let That Horse . . .” from A Coney Island of the Mind.Don’t let that horse eat that violin cried Chagall’s mother But he kept right on paintingAnd became famousAnd kept on painting The Horse With Violin In MouthAnd when he finally finished ithe jumped up upon the horse and rode away waving the violinAnd then with a low bow gave itto the first naked nude he ran acrossAnd there were no strings attached

[in the true mad north] of introspection,where 'falcons of the inner eye'dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

I am awaitingperpetually and forevera renaissance of wonder

Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

Don't patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he's stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.