A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

I feel strangely normal.