Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

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