that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

Don't fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and a chat and learn their names and talk about the burns on their fingers and scratches on their ankles. Some of them are very nice.

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.