my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.