the tigers have found me and I do not care.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

and love is a word used too much and much too soon.

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for in a little room filled with little mice who gnaw and dance and run while I sleep waiting for a little death in the middle of a little morning in a little city in a little state my little mother dead my little father dead in a little cemetery somewhere. I have only a little time to tell you this: watch out for little death when he comes running but like all the billions of little deaths it will finally mean nothing and everything: all your little tears burning like the dove, wasted.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.