Don't fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and a chat and learn their names and talk about the burns on their fingers and scratches on their ankles. Some of them are very nice.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead.

You have my soul and I have your money

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.