Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.

The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.

there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting

I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class