We use such big words to move nowhere.

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

If you want to create, you'll create.

the people are the biggest horror show on earth, have been for centuries.

To be young is the only religion.

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?