...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?