bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.

dogs and angels are not very far apart