Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.

Only the boring get bored

I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.

That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.