True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.

I am a poem. There is no way out.