The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

The only truth is music.

fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do.