There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.

The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

New Year's Eve always terrifies me.