why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane and stupid by life. in this society there are only two things that count: don't be caught without money and don't get caught high on any kind of high. (Night Streets of Madness)

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

People do too much. They say too much.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.