The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers.

The silence was an intense roar.

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.

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

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?