I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that