A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

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.

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

this time has finished me.