my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice.

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I don't need anything.' 'You poor boy.

You have my soul and I have your money

I am a poem. There is no way out.

It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.