they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.