and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.