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.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

I've never met another man I'd rather be.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.