Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future.

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

I hope that death contains less than this.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.