What is Freedom? ye can tell That which slavery is, too well For its very name has grown To an echo of your own.
If I went to someone for therapy, I wouldn't be a writer. . . I would just be well adjusted.
These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into the pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face. Men, on the other hand, are all filters and deflectors and timed release.
. . . you have to reach for things beyond your grasp, or what is heaven for
Those monkey-thumbs were meant for dogs. Give me my thumbs, you fu**ing monkeys!
That which you manifest is before you. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.
It’s so hard to communicate because there are so many moving parts. There’s presentation and there’s interpretation and they’re so dependent on each other it makes things very difficult.
Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean
I don't know what they'll say when I die. I don't give a damn, but they'll probably cry.
In this world, you only get what you grab for.
If you're trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I've had them; everybody has had them. But obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.