I need a soul to carry me, mines exhausted

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

beauty of any kind is in the eye of the beloved and the back of the squeezed.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for birth.”

Man cannot live on bread alone; sometimes, he needs a malt.

Happiness isn't happiness.

Alms for the poor, alms for the poet.

It's the silence which gets us in the end.

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.