Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.

Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy