When People Read His Books They Have

Literature + Illness = Illness

Being Alone Makes Us Stronger. That’s The Honest Truth. But It’s Cold Comfort, Since Even If I Wanted Company No One Will Come Near Me Anymore.

In Some Lost Fold Of The Past, We Wanted To Be Lions And We're No More Than Castrated Cats

The Pain, Or The Memory Of Pain, That Here Was Literally Sucked Away By Something Nameless Until Only A Void Was Left. The Knowledge That This Question Was Possible: Pain That Turns Finally Into Emptiness. The Knowledge That The Same Equation Applied To Everything, More Or Less.

There's No Place On Earth With More Dumb Girls Per Square Foot Than A College In California.