The Answer Is There Is No Answer.

The World Will Always Punish The Few People With Special Talents The Rest Of Us Don’t Recognize As Real.

Crying Is Right At Hand In The Smothering Dark, Closed Inside Someone Else, When You See How Everything You Can Ever Accomplish Will End Up As Trash.

Just Let Yourself Be Broken And Humiliated. Just Your Whole Life, Keep Telling People, I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry.

If You Love Something Set It Free, But Don't Be Surprised If It Comes Back With Herpes.

Funerals Are All Abstract Ceremony.