there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.

A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.

In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

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.

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.