As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
she’s mad, but she’s magic.
News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.
Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.
Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.