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

"Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.