it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.