I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.

the tigers have found me and I do not care.