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

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.