“Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day’s divinity! First thing you see!!”

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The time to hesitate is through.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.

Violence isn’t always evil. What’s evil is the infatuation with violence.

Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.

How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it’s a lie – people claim they want to be free

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.

Anyone who’s had a shower and hasn’t ingested illegal narcotics within a couple of days stands out on a bench in the courthouse.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

As a wise man once said, “April Fools Day is for amateurs. You NEVER need an excuse to mess with people’s heads.”

So that was a joke that I continue up to this very day.

We start to realize that there are anodynes in life that help us through the day.

I would come home and she would tell me about her life that day and all her problems and I remember saying to her, look, you really got me through this picture because I would shed everything when I came home.

You grow up real quick, a half-Mexican in a sailor’s suit, because I’d be riding the streetcar to school everyday.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.