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.

People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.

i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

I am not a man who looks for solutions in God or politics. If somebody else wants to do the dirty work and create a better world for us and he can do it, I will accept it.