I’m going out for a bottle of champagne. We’re going to get bombed.
…fear is actually an acronym for Fuck Everything And Run.
the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood …
When certain seeds are planted, they nearly always grow.
Questa volta la voce non venne dalla luna. Questa volta venne da sotto il letto.
So what, ghosts can’t hurt you. That’s what I thought then.
The world was full of monsters, and they were all allowed to bite the innocent and the unwary
It don’t matter if you believe in God Nick, he believes in you.
The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
It was really amazing the number of hard hits from which a mind could recover.
The thought process can never be complete without articulation.
What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.
…staring into thin air at thosethings only cats can see (Doctro Sleep)
In the years since, I’ve discovered there’s a lot to be said for boredom.