what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.

I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I am pretty good at doing that. I don't like writers, but then I don't like insurance salesmen either.

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

Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.