Angels, we have grown apart.
I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.
I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.
There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.
I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on earth available to any man should be confiscated and made unlawful by other men in more seemingly powerful and advantageous positions.
...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.