I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.