We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves
Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?
There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.
The time to hesitate is through.
Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
This is the strangest life I've ever known.
Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
No one here gets out alive.
Where's your will to be weird?
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
Most people love you for who you pretend to be.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.