It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

I swore I'd be in Chicago tomorrow, and made sure of that, taking a bus to Chicago, spending most of my money, and didn't give a damn, just as long as I'd be in Chicago tomorrow.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.