Look at these poisonous color maps where flesh trees grow from human sacrifices; listen to these sniggering half-heard words of tenderness and doom from lips spotted with decay
William S. Burroughsin the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen
William S. BurroughsQuien sabe? Not me. The older I get the less I sabe, the less wisdom, maturity and caution I have.
William S. BurroughsThere's a boy across the river with an ass like a peach; alas I was no swimmer and lost my Clementine.
William S. Burroughs