It’s gets hard to keep all the things I dondn’t know inside me.

Everything that will make me regret everywhere I’ve been

“I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.”

You’ll drive yourself crazy if you start trying to pry the meaning out of every gust of wind or rain squall. I’m not denying that there might actually be a few signs that you won’t want to miss. Knowing the difference is the tricky part.”

“We had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac

“There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.”

How can I be reasonable?

It’s amazing how we never really realize how people see us until they tell us.

what I learned to do many years ago was to enjoy myself

At this point I reveal myself in my true colours, as a stick-in-the-mud. I hold a number of beliefs that have been repudiated by the liveliest. I believe that chaos is better than order, destruction better than creation . I prefer violence to gentleness, vendetta to forgiveness. Above all, I believe in the God-given genius of certain individuals, and I value a society that makes their existence possible

I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

The love we seek overrules human nature. It has a wildness in it and a glory that we want more than life itself. Love never counts the cost, to itself or others, and nothing is as cruel as love. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet.

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses.

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly-less

Live like fire-hearted suns to spend their strength In farthest striving action; breathe more free In mighty anguish than in trivial ease.

Anger is like fire. It burns it all clean

DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?

I used to think the wind blew from nowhere for nothing and traveled not at all. That the cold or the warm the gust or the breeze swirled around me and only me. Chin to chest and arms wrapped tight holding my skin to my bones against the breath of some unseen and unknown face. I was wrong. I have always been wrong.

Good girls always swallow

We have what we believe in.”

when she is upset, hold her tight and dont’t let her go