There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

I don't know which side is anybody on any more. I don't really care. There is a moment when we have to transcend the side we're on and understand that we are creatures of a higher order.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.