When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?

why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane and stupid by life. in this society there are only two things that count: don't be caught without money and don't get caught high on any kind of high. (Night Streets of Madness)

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.