Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

The wisdom to quit is all we have left.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.