We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.

Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.