I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.

An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

What's wrong with assholes, baby?

t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.