So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.