People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.
“Baby,” I said, “I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.”
Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.
Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don’t give a damn.
I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
I never met another man I’d rather be. And even if that’s a delusion, it’s a lucky one.
Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn’t know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.
It’s 4:30 in the morning, it’s always 4:30 in the morning.
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.