“If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.”

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

Only the boring get bored.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

We must bring our own light to the darkness.

To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that’s why we get along.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

The tigers have found me and I do not care.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.