Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

I lie as truthfully as I can.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like anybody else, I like something that tends to last.

I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.