Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.
We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.
in this room the hours of love still make shadows.
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
Everything is beautiful. We have all this beauty in the world and all we have to do is reach out and touch it, it is all there and all ours for the taking." -- Cecilia to Henry Chinaski, liberty taken changing past tense to present tense (173)