Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist.

and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?

You have my soul and I have your money

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.

There still might be a place for us somewhere.