An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

...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.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.