People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter.

The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.