Some people, every now and then, simply had to have One Too Many, go drifty voiced and slouch mouthed, swimming willfully around in their own sadness as if it were hot springs.

...the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.

…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It’s something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

People don’t realize how easy life is to change. You just get on the bus.

Look at Picasso. O’Neill. Tennessee Williams. Capote. Were these shiny happy people spreading sunshine? No. Only the greatest of personal demons can force you to do powerful work.

May you walk a lighted path. May you fight for truth - your truth, not someone else's - and may you understand, above all things, that you are the most important concept, theory, and philosophy I have ever known.