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

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.

Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

To create art means to be crazy alone forever.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.

the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.