I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.
I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.
It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.
I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
I've never met another man I'd rather be.
I am not a man who looks for solutions in God or politics. If somebody else wants to do the dirty work and create a better world for us and he can do it, I will accept it.