Let's do what you fear most That from which you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist

I think life is far too short to concentrate on your past. I rather look into the future.

The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.

Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.

I mean, there are peripheral things I do, I do photography, I write plays, I have books published, but that's neither here not there.

I cleaned up my act because otherwise I would have kicked the bucket.

Valium would have helped that bash.