It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me. hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. i can't hate that. she didnt do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

dogs and angels are not very far apart

As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.