Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.