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.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

the tigers have found me and I do not care.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.