Mind you$$$ sometimes the angels smoke$$$ hiding it with their sleeves$$$ and when the archangel comes$$$ they throw the cigarettes away: thats when you get shooting stars.

Nostalgia in reverse$$$ the longing for yet another strange land$$$ grew especially strong in spring.

You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices — just recognize them.

Everyone's in their own personal coma.

Make me into anything$$$ but just love me.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer$$$ maybe self-destruction is the answer.

That's why I write$$$ because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life$$$ at least you can control your version.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think$$$ don't interrupt the scream$$$ exhale$$$ release life's rapture.

The speed of communications is wondrous to behold. It is also true that speed can multiply the distribution of information that we know to be untrue.