sheโs mad, but sheโs magic.
If you want to create, you'll create.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.
The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.
I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.