If I never see you again I will always carry youinsideoutsideon my fingertipsand at brain edgesand in centerscentersof what I am ofwhat remains.
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knifeinsidebecause there was no alternative except to hide as longas possible
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
I hope that death containsless than this.
Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the r...
Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
Stay with the beer.beer is continuous blood.a continuous lover.
So it's always a process of letting go, one way or another
People are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.
Nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls
Mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?
Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with theirlives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.
Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
Nothing is worse than to finish a good shit, then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass.
Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.
Learn, he says, that there will be hours, daysand months ahead of feeling absolutely terribleand nothing can change that; neither new