It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Ya know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they gotta be something. You know, a dentist, a glider pilot, a narc, a janitor, a preacher, all that . . . Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things that I don’t wanna do. All the things that I don’t wanna be. Places I don’t wanna go, like India, like getting my teeth cleaned. Save the whale, all that, I don’t understand that . . .

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

too often, the only escape is sleep

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.