I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.

...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

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.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist.