I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter.

to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.

I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse.

the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?