Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.

The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.