She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.
Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.
Walking out with the people, I didn't know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt.
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.
To create art means
There's too much coldness in the world," I told her. "If people would only talk things out together it would help.
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,
There is nothing worse than being broke and having your woman leave you. Nothing to drink, no job,just the walls, sitting there staring at the walls and thinking. That's how women got back at you, but...
I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
When I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand my
The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience --Some lose all mind and become soul:insane.Some lose all soul and become mind:intellectual.
What you werewill not happen again.
I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believebut belief is agraveyard.
I am not likeother people.I am
I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.
there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too clever, I only let him outat night sometimeswhen everybody's asleep.I say, I know that you're there,so don't besad.then I put him back,bu...
the way to create art is to burn and destroyordinary concepts and to substitute themwith new truths that run down from the top of the headand out of the heart
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make f...