A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and h...
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them...
what you werewill not happen again.the tigers have found meand I do not care.
as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.
I always felt it wouldpass.I listened to the charges against meknowing some of them to be truebut certainly notimportant enoughto become the target ofviolence, envy,vengeance.I thought it would surely...
people who eat 3 meals a day throughout lifehave never reallytastedFood...
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed.
there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill...
This time has finished me.
They thought I had gutsthey were wrong
They say thatnothing is wasted:either that
The history of melancholia includes all of us.
Purple does something strange to me
In this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck
And love was lightning and remembrance
Yes Yeswhen God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me...
There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that manstops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he will.Rejection and ridicule will only strengthen him. And the longerhe is held back th...
Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.
Never trust a man in a jumpsuit
I was only kidding about the hundred, she says.oh, I say, what will it cost me?she lights her cigarette withmy lighter and looks at methrough the flame:her eyes tell me.look, I say, I don't think Ican...