Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?
My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
if you get married they think you're finished and if you are without a woman they think you're incomplete.
New Year's Eve always terrifies me.