You have my soul and I have your money

I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.

the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.