The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
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?
Life is life, and kind is kind
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.
The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.
His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line.