I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.

why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane and stupid by life. in this society there are only two things that count: don't be caught without money and don't get caught high on any kind of high. (Night Streets of Madness)