I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.

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.

If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.