But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.

It's bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have.

Personally, I rather think that if you're not creative you've got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you've got a double problem.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.

Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.