One thing anyone can go through is a slump. Unless you're Greg Maddux, it's going to happen to everybody.
There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.
I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.
In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.
I destroy because for me everything that proceeds from reason is untrustworthy. I believe only in the evidence of what stirs my marrow, not in the evidence of what addresses itself to my reason. I have found levels in the realm of the nerve. I now feel capable of evaluating the evidence. There is for me an evidence in the realm of pure flesh which has nothing to do with the evidence of reason. The eternal conflict between reason and the heart is decided in my very flesh, but in my flesh irrigated by nerves.
Not once more willI be found with beingswho swallowed the rail of lifeAnd one day I found myself with beingswho swallowed the nail of life-as soon as I lost my matrix mamma,and the being twisted under him,and god poured me back to her(the motherfucker).
Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
Our understanding of Shakespeare already depends largely on the vitality of Renaissance elements in our education. Each man must live in his own generation, as the saying is; but the generations are bound together by the golden links of the great tradition of civilization.
After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.
I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking
Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.