i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

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.

You've got to know when to let a woman go if you want to keep her,and if you don't want to keep her you let her go anyhow so it's always a process of letting go, one way or the other.