If you want to create, you'll create.

Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.