Whiskey makes the heart beat fasterbut it sure doesn't help themind and isn't it funny how you can ache justfrom the deadly drone ofexistence?
We only asked for leopards to guardour thinning dreams.
Unless it comes out ofyour soul like a rocket,unless being still woulddrive you to madness orsuicide or murder,don't do it.unless the sun inside you isburning your gut,don't do it.when it is truly tim...
To fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible withinyourself,so that your life and your deathwill not be liketheirs.
Those who escape hellhowevernever talk aboutitand nothing muchbothers them
They say thatnothing is wasted:either that
The writing of somemenis like a vast bridgethat carries youoverthe many thingsthat claw and tear.The Wine of Forever
The area dividing the brain and the soulis affected in many ways byexperience –some lose all mind and become soul:insane.some lose all soul and become mind:intellectual.some lose both and become:accep...
Take a writer away from his typewriterand all you have leftisthe sicknesswhich started himtyping
Purple does something strange to me
People diminish me; the longer I sit and listen to themthe more empty I feel but I don't getthe idea that they feel empty, I feelthat they enjoy the sound from theirmouths.
It seemed to me that I had never metanother person on earthas discouraging to my happinessas my father.and it appeared that I hadthe same effect uponhim.
And getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it
Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?
We waited and waited. All of us. Didn't the shrink know that waiting was one of the things that drove people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited...
Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.
I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft...
I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose thei...
I suppose like othersI have come through fire and sword,love gone wrong,head-on crashes, drunk at sea,and I have listened to the simple sound of water runningin tubsand wished to drown