Insanity Is Relative. Who Sets The Norm?

You Begin Saving The World By Saving One Man At A Time; All Else Is Grandiose Romanticism Or Politics.

Great Writers Are Indecent People They Live Unfairly Saving The Best Part For Paper. Good Human Beings Save The World So That Bastards Like Me Can Keep Creating Art, Become Immortal. If You Read This After I Am Dead It Means I Made It.

Some Nights I Knew That If I Slept I Would Die.

Was I The Only Person Who Was Distracted By This Future Without A Chance?

I Don’t Understand People, Never Will. It Looks Like I Got To Travel Pretty Much Alone.