It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

The secret is writing down one simple line after another.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

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

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.