I hope that death contains less than this.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others.