people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

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

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.