I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

Angels, we have grown apart.

beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average

purple does something strange to me

and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.