this time has finished me.

Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn.

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

I never understood society. i undersand that it works somehow and that it functions as a reality and that its realities are necessary to keep us from worse realities. but all i sense are that are plenty of police and jails and judges and laws and that what is meant to protect me is breaking me down.

No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.

the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.