I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. ...
Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me...
Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voic...
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.
I feel as though, if I were to extend my hand just a little toward the pool where the ideas ferment, I could grab at the idea and pull it out of the pool and onto the floor where ideas must stand before the jury of the brain. There, it must present i...
You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.
I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.
Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide.
What's the big fucking deal? Lots of amazing people have committed suicide, and they turned out alright.
If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
