Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears.

My dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them$$$ or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.

Memories are their own descendents masquerading as the ancestors of the present.

There ain't no journey what don't change you some.

In that atrocious second I understood that desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual idea of hell and its horror.

Example moves the world more than doctrine.

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you comin' through the door.

Soar$$$ eat ether$$$ see what has never been seen; depart$$$ be lost$$$ but climb.

The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.