and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.

Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.