Dying In A A War

And Even The Trees We Walked Under Seemed Less Than Trees And More Like Everything Else.

Drinking Is An Emotional Thing. It Joggles You Out Of The Standardism Of Everyday Life, Out Of Everything Being The Same. It Yanks You Out Of Your Body And Your Mind And Throws You Against The Wall. I Have The Feeling That Drinking Is A Form Of Suicide Where You're Allowed To Return To Life And Begin All Over The Next Day. It's Like Killing Yourself, And Then You're Reborn. I Guess I've Lived About Ten Or Fifteen Thousand Lives Now.

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.

Those Faces You See Every Day On The Streets Were Not Created Entirely Without Hope: Be Kind To Them: Like You They Have Not Escaped.

I Often Stood In Front Of The Mirror Alone, Wondering How Ugly A Person Could Get.