being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

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

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.