I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.

I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.