dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me. hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. i can't hate that. she didnt do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.

They were beautiful nothings

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

there's no defense except all the errors made

Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.

Knowledge is knowing as little as possible.

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