Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness. When I see you, the room swallows me. I find myself at the bottom of the pool.
I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. – “The Iron.
I was at this guy’s house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn’t think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn’t help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t.
If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. In order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you. There’s no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I’ve gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you. There’s no other choice. Shameless now. Nameless now. Nothing now. No one now. But my soul must be iron, ’cause my fear is naked. I’m naked and fearless, and my fear is naked.
I live in my head. It’s the only place I can go where everybody knows me.
She can break your fall Or let you fall and break And every time you jump You just know she’s going to catch you.
It would be nice to be touched by hands that didn’t want to kill or congratulate me. Sometimes the hands that want to kill me are mine.
I think that I’m running from something I heard on the radio That everybody’s working for the weekend When does the weekend start? What comes at the end of the week? The end? Picture a tired dog chasing its tail.
Zappa warned you of the threat of mediocrity in music.
I wear my sunglasses. Keeps you on one side and me on the other.
I’m twenty-three and I sound like I’m fifty-five.
The guy who shot him had quite a temper. Homicide had always made sense to him. He would say that there wasn’t a problem in the world that couldn’t be solved by shooting someone in the face. You just had to find the right person. Hell, you didn’t even need to do that. Sometimes just shooting the person next to him was enough.
We try to understand the pain of others but we can only understand it our way.
I don’t have talent, I have tenacity; I have discipline; I have focus. And I know without any illusion where I come from and what I can go back to.
Without a defined enemy, some people wouldn’t know how to get through the day. When there’s no enemy, they make one. An enemy does not occur naturally. Animals may have conflict but it is survival motivated. It is Homo sapiens who seek out others and hit them until they hit back. It is as old as the first line drawn in the sand. Isn’t it easier to fight than think?
Don’t let them scar you with their weakness. They will cripple you with their lives. They will make you want to die just to get away from them.
There’s a great feeling when you’re totally resolved. When you make the jump from being lonely to being only. When you’re so totally alone and absolute.
I will do to you what you taught me. I will pass my fingers over my scars and read them like Braille and they will tell me what to do.
I couldn’t tell if I was being distant to someone, or rude or even hostile. I only know a good night and a bad night. I know that I remember the bad night longer than the good night.
I don’t ask for much. I should ask for a lot, then maybe I might get some.