I pressed her thigh and death smiled.
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
You live, you die, and death not ends it.
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
It’s like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don’t know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It’s like the throw of the dice.
Violence isn’t always evil. What’s evil is the infatuation with violence.
Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle We’re trying for something that’s already found us.
The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy.
Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.
I’ve noticed that when people are joking they’re usually dead serious, and when they’re serious, they’re usually pretty funny.
All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?
I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language – ‘I don’t know.’ It’s terribly embarrassing.
The time to hesitate is through.
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
Cineama, heir of alchemy, The last erotic science.
Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.