We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

No one here gets out alive.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it.

I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.