Death Is Nothing, Brother, It's Life That's

If I Hadn't Been A Drunkard, I Probably Would Have Committed Suicide Long Ago.

That The Young Rich Smell The Stink Of The Poor And Learn To Find It A Bit Amusing. They Had To Laugh, Otherwise It Would Be Too Terrifying.

There Are Times When Those Eyes Inside Your Brain Stare Back At You.

I Held Her Wrists And Then I Got It Through The Eyes: Hatred, Centuries Deep And True. I Was Wrong And Graceless And Sick. All The Things I Had Learned Had Been Wasted. There Was No Creature Living As Foul As I And All My Poems Were False.

The World Is Full Of Boring, Identical And Mindless People.