People Run From Rain But Sit In

The Best Often Die By Their Own Hand Just To Get Away, And Those Left Behind Can Never Quite Understand Why Anybody Would Ever Want To Get Away From Them

There Would Never Be A Way For Me To Live Comfortably With People. Maybe I'd Become A Monk. I'd Pretend To Believe In God And Live In A Cubicle, Play An Organ And Stay Drunk On Wine.

Success Is Always Dangerous. It Can Make An Asshole Out Of Anybody.

The Secret Is Writing Down One Simple Line After Another.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.