and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean?

Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.

be it peace or happiness let it enfold you

I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.