she’s mad, but she’s magic.

People do too much. They say too much.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.

I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.