The only thing that separates us from the animals... is we have pornography.
You always kill the one you love.
Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.
If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.
Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.